Lets get messy

As Sephiran crafted his make-shift bandage, his mind ran wild with delusions. The texture of the moss, and malleability it exhibited beneath pressure… it was so similar to organs in his mind. Textured like the villi of the intestinal wall, squishy like the highly vascularized organ meat of the liver. He passed it back and forth between his paws, tracing the outline with a single claw. How well would this hold up against the spew of arterial blood he wondered? Or would it only be able to stop a venous bleed? Arterial blood was much sweeter. He licked his lips, tantalized by the thought of sucking the sinew off a split artery in the throat of a victim. In fact, it nearly turned him on.

Leaning forward on his haunches, Sephiran rocked himself up and onto his feet, intent on collecting his item to be on his way. But he was interrupted by something- no, someone who had suddenly appeared in the area, robbing him of his solitude. He smelt her before she came into view; the pheromones of a female, whose smell was increasing by the minute. As if she were rubbing her stench all over the territory. His skull lifted high, eyes roving the expanse of snow that lay beyond the wall. But no one came into his field of view.

She came from beyond a bend in the wall, appearing before him like a wraith in the darkness. Her ivory coat nearly blended with the snow, but upon closer exception, there were hues of dull gold and silver spread throughout the strands of hair. Sephiran’s head cocked to the side, lips twitching visibly but not curling back just yet. Salvete. She was within his proximity now, staring at him with unclear intent, asking what he was doing. “How bold of you.” He mused aloud, perversely tracing the outline of her larger body with his eyes. She was much older than him, that much he could tell. And she was cocky for approaching him so carelessly. “I created an apparatus for blood collection.” He found no reason to withhold the information from her. “Though, I’m still trying to decide something.” His mind wandered back to the argument of venous vs arterial blood, and whether the device would be able to stop both. “Perhaps you’ll offer yourself for my research?” His frame twisted then, pivoting so that they could face each other head-on, body morphing into a defensive stance. He wanted to make her bleed, whether it was voluntary or involuntary. Fueled by nothing more than blood-lust and gluttony.Unless she proposed a better idea.

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