[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: rin_sama1989 Blood. That was what he had always needed. He had always wondered how a hanyou’s blood would taste, with its mixed scents and strange darker, deeper color.
He still took his time though, bringing one of the abused wrists to his lips he licked away the red liquid, biting deep into the skin, like ripping a piece of meat from bone, only he did not pull the flesh from its residence, only lay there, sprawled ontop of his rival, listening to the agonized wail of his victim.