4. Loss

[hismasterpiece]

[Action -- After Nightfall on the 11th]

[A pale young woman wanders into the village, twisting her hair round her fingers compulsively. She's hungry.


She's STARVING.

A whimper escapes her lips as she collapses by the fountain, and she calls out weakly:]

Spikey? Love sundae? The jaws can't bite; the claws can't catch.

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[Drusilla has returned from death. Her DP is that she has lost the ability to go gameface and, therefore, to feed on victims using her fangs.]

Comments

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[echotaker]

...hoo boy. The things I do for people I don't even know...

[He takes out his hunting knife and quickly slices open his palm, hissing with a grunt and clenching his fist in pain before offering it to her.]

Go on. Take what you need.

[action]

[hismasterpiece]

[She does not hesitate but DRINKS. Oh, drinks deeply. Greedily. Drusilla clutches his arm in two cold hands as she takes from him what she needs.



She needs a lot.]

[action]

[echotaker]

[He allows it, grunting in pain as he feels her drink, the sound so loud in his ears. Every instinct he has screams for him to pull away, but he resists. He would give her what she needed. It isn't long before he begins to feel wobbly.]

Hn..

[action]

[hismasterpiece]

[Never kill a bloodwhore. Dru pulls back.] Have I unsteadied you, beautiful dolly?

[action]

[echotaker]

[He definitely feels dizzy at this point, teetered uncertainly.]

I---I think I need to lie down.

[action]

[hismasterpiece]

[This time it's her turn to support him. Drusilla will attempt to put an arm around him and keep him up. If he lets her, she will even lift him into her arms.

Vampires are strong. She is one of the strongest in her world.]

Can't have you collapsing, precious.