[She walks to him, stumbling, and it stirs an entirely human fear. Instincts carved in a matter of months, maybe a year or two, but still carved deep in demanding he run, hide, get away from the danger. But the danger's not real. Not anymore. Not for him.
She's moving to him at the sound of her name. At least it seems that way. He knows better than to hope, but he does it anyway. So, when she licks the blood of her own hand, he's got enough hope for it to die all over again, his expression twisting in misery. He looks away from her.]
It doesn't stop... I can't...
[But you could, says a voice. You could feed her.
His eyes flick back up, looking at the vacancy of her. It would be a waste. It would be all his efforts to stay sane thrown away for a creature that is never, ever waking up. But... he could try, couldn't he? Would it really hurt to try...?]
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She's moving to him at the sound of her name. At least it seems that way. He knows better than to hope, but he does it anyway. So, when she licks the blood of her own hand, he's got enough hope for it to die all over again, his expression twisting in misery. He looks away from her.]
It doesn't stop... I can't...
[But you could, says a voice. You could feed her.
His eyes flick back up, looking at the vacancy of her. It would be a waste. It would be all his efforts to stay sane thrown away for a creature that is never, ever waking up. But... he could try, couldn't he? Would it really hurt to try...?]
Have you... ever hunted...?