Bitterroot Valley porphyria

[table width=80%][tr][td]She did not mind the shadows following as they always did - she enjoyed the image of power it portrayed and was in love with whatever came with that power. It showed naught - her slightly annoyed expression the only sign of emotion upon her angular face. Once in a while did she cast a glance upon the ones behind her - spotting that more and more had awoken from their daylight slumber to travel with them. It was not always they did this, and it could be spotted - squinting eyes, as a pair of new moons, they carried. For a slight sliver of time was she concerned, but soon realized that if she could survive the warm rays of the sun; they could too.

The whine coming from Koh did her nothing. She did not need an invitation to feed - to enjoy it. As usual, the dark creatures around her waited for her judgement on the matter that she never truly said out loud. Straightening her neck, her spiking hackles not intentionally carried high as her tail, she moved like a shadow toward their bag of blood. Her intensely coloured orbs rested upon the older male's before she moved into his comfort zone - the bubble needed to penetrate for them to feed. Her black nose sniffed over his scarred vessel, his cracking and creaking bones surrounded by meaty flesh and blood, before she sunk her teeth between his shoulder and chest - slightly below his neck.

She did so without a care - without concern for the pain he must be used to by now. She sucked and licked at the wound until she was pleased and moved away with powerful steps. She knew that inviting the others to drink their fill was a waste of energy in the unwavering light of the sun, so she moved back into the shadows - watching what would happen from there. It was time they took a break from the light, but she did not want to take away the pleasure that came with feeding.[/td][/tr][/table]