Bad things
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After her teeth had left her paw she just looked at the blood that expression on her usually blank face. For some reason the sight of the red made her stomach feel warm and her heart beat faster. She wasn't addicted to the sight of it, only the warmth it caused. It was adrenaline that she felt, a pure instinct to act, but Night didn't know that. Almost instantly Conor had her by the scruff and was growling angry words into her face. The little sable girl had broken from her trance and just stared at him with those hollow azure eyes.

Night didn't say a word. She couldn't understand why the blood was so bad. What was wrong with it? It was so easy to get out of her body. His last demand had herself looking away to ignore his hard lavender gaze. She nodded curtly not looking him in the eyes. To her it was meaningless. If she wanted to see blood she would, it was her decision weather to draw it from her own body. Night waited for Conor to set her down so she could leave him.






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