Satora Razza
~I grab the remote and turn up the music that's blasting through my apartment as I dance around my room getting ready to go out. I could feel my gums pull back and fangs start to elongate and sharpen at the thought of a drop of blood touching my palate. Fuck, I needed a drink but it was more than just a drink, I needed a kill. My hands curled and flexed as I visualized the blood that would coat them. The red clots that would stain under my nails and dot my nails. I could taste it all. But what victim would befall such a glorious evisceration? Someone in need of a little karma visit.~
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