The taste of your flesh

*Recluse* · Updated 04/30/23:

Recluse glided through the mists, the silver color of the moon, high in the sky above her, gilding everything and helping to obscure the world around her. Her heat made the woman itch, both literally and figuratively. Her skin felt ill-fitting and she was blazing with a burning desire. Somewhere, in the back of her mind there was the knowledge her husband would almost certainly be willing to help here here but she was so used to seeking this out elsewhere that instinct simply took over, driving her to go out, to seek another.

She also, frankly wanted to sink her new, still growing, fangs into something. Her gums still ached but she couldn't help but be eager to try them out. So Recluse was out, looking for a... Snack.

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The taste of your flesh

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