[if only she could reach through the sunlight and wring their skinny little fucking neck.]
In a mood? Your brain is melted! Look at me!
[even from this distance, she can feel their pulse, smell their blood. (if she's extra snappy at the moment, it's in a desperate bid to ignore how badly her body craves it.) with that, and the sudden burning in the sun, she can put two and two together. she can only imagine the eyes, the ears, the fangs follow -- especially as her face rights itself.]
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In a mood? Your brain is melted! Look at me!
[even from this distance, she can feel their pulse, smell their blood. (if she's extra snappy at the moment, it's in a desperate bid to ignore how badly her body craves it.) with that, and the sudden burning in the sun, she can put two and two together. she can only imagine the eyes, the ears, the fangs follow -- especially as her face rights itself.]