[center][h1]Drasinian[/h1][/center]

To most, the girl's shyness and jitters would've been seen as either cute or strange, but to Drasinian, it was like putting blood in the sea. As the girl turned, she'd miss the look that sparked into his eyes. A look stripped of all humanity, all reason, all logic, only the primal desire and bloodthirsty of the predator. The look lasted but a fleeting second, yet that would be enough for the girl observing the two to catch it if they were paying attention.

After coming back to his senses, Drasinian walked up behind the color, placing a hand on her shoulder as he stared down at her, same smile on his face as before, with no way of gleaming how much he want to slice into her porcelain skin with one if his many scalpels, no clue to tell her how desperately he wanted to hear her cries of agony, taste the fear in her skin. [i]A future target indeed, this tiny little dove, and how delightful it'll be to hear her death song after I'm done plucking her feathers and clipping her wings.[/i]

"You sure I can't assist you? These are dangerous times to live, especial for a small girl like yourself. I don't think I'd be able forest easy unless I lead you at least to your neighborhood. I'd hate to find you going missing shortly after today."

As he spoke, he did take notice of the one person in the crowd who had just been standing there for awhile. A potential magus? Or maybe a stalker of the girl. [i]Hehe, either way, I'm sure she'll make a nice placeholder until I get to feast into my current main course of sorrow.

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