Status: Open Log

[unbridledfangs]

Characters: Kamui & Dahlia + you!
Format: action/prose
This log is: closed for the attack, open afterward
Location: Fortitude, between the Library and Pale Dorm.
Summary: The Bloodthirsty Slasher of Rakuen strikes aga-! No, it's just some asshole grabbing an after-school snack.
Warnings: Character Death, violence, bloodshed, meanies.

[As the sun begins to set, Kamui lingers in the trees of the courtyard and watches people walk by. He's become hungry again, enough so that he knows he must feed today and finish his kill entirely. Without interruptions, if possible, but at this point he knows the likelihood of that happening is slim. Especially if his last kill is anything to go by.

No, this time he'll have to strike hard and fast, against a target unsuspecting and delicate.

It's these certain qualifications for his prey that have him eyeing Dahlia as she exits the campus and begins heading towards the dorms with her arms full of books. The fact that she physically seems to match his needs is only the beginning. Rather than her thin arms and the charmingly content smile on her face, he's more interested in the fact that she seems to be weighed down with her burden, making it harder for her to flee like the last one did.

When she enters the shadows cast by the tall campus building, he decides he won't get another opportunity like this and starts moving forward, eyes flashing from their translucent blue into a pale yellow.]


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[unbridledfangs]

[In the shadows of the Fortitude campus building, a man and a woman stand embraced. The woman seems limp in his arms, perhaps overcome with the romantic assault he seems to be lavishing on her neck, though the books by her feet might paint the scene with a note of oddity.

Those beckoned by the promise of mystery (or a PDA) might look closer and find there seems to be a dark shadow beneath the two of them, puddling about their feet. It's darker than any other part of the gloom cast by the building in the dying sunlight and seems to be... growing.

Soon after, a copper metallic smell begins to assault your nose, filling your senses vividly with its aroma. Or perhaps by then you've noticed the woman's uniform is slowly being darkened by a liquid dribbling down her throat and arm, onto the ground where it splashes against the books.

At some point, it will become horribly obvious that the growing shadow and dripping liquid are both blood, and he's drinking it.


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