[@Dusksong]Desmond gritted his teeth, he could smell the imbalances in the donor's hormones, but there was barely a trace of venom in him. The medical staff must have flushed him out. Good, they didn't need a stoned Fallen One. 

"Let him eat, and collect the young princess that saw him. I'll need to speak to her." He said, he rough voice echoing off the metal walls. With that he exited the room, having never needed a guide to begin with. 

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Orion looked at the human with hungry, pulsing, black and red eyes. The small part of him that remained underneath his animalistic state was disgusted. What were these people doing to this man to make him act so willing to be fed upon? It was truly foreign to him, but the human was willing, and he ghoul wasn't in the habit of turning down an easy meal. 

When they let the his food in, Orion had the decency to flit to the human's side and break his neck with blinding speed and force. He would not be alive to feel was what happening. He was dead before he could finish a breath. The next part was not so clean and controlled. It took less than ten minutes to consume his fill, after which he plopped into a sitting position, wiping his face on the sleeve of his provided clothes. His wounds healed immediately and his ghoulish eyes calmed, but remained as they were. The meat had been frail and weak, giving him only a small measure of strength and sanity, but it was enough for him to collect himself. He looked away from everyone, focusing on the floor. 

"I'm sorry for how I acted.. you don't understand what hunger is like for a ghoul." He said softly.