Satora Razza
~I paced the carpet in my office, feeling caged in as I looked down into the shopping area. This was not me. The dresses. The suits. The heels. The fucking paperwork. I could feel the blood heating as my hunger built and I rubbed at my arms trying to make it go away. I had wanted to get away from fighting but the arena beckoned me for more than the occasional sword fight. I missed the crushing blows, the pain, the surprise of the ring. Hell, I needed it. Inhaling, I smelt fresh blood and turned my attention to the throng of shoppers and found the careless human. I growled as my fangs punched through.~
~Racing out of my office, I grabbed the first male I came to, clamping my hand over his mouth and removing both of us from the area with my Breed speed. My eyes flashed amber as he struggled in my grasp and I laughed, knowing he would not escape me. I sank my fangs into the side of his neck, almost brutally tearing the skin. Two short drawls already had him feeling the effects of my feeding and his grumblings turned to moans. Not interested in him, I took my fill then mindswept his memory. The last thing I needed was for the Dome to fill up with fang bang groupies.~
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