Fairspell Meadow lucifer bleeds ichor

pathetic indeed. with the taste of blood, merrick's prey became as a sniveling cub, begging, pleading. it had been effortless to bring the other so low, and now merrick sought to drag the other down to the cold earth.
"there is nothing you can give me that i can't take," the boy chuckled gleefully, the arcing sound
of it sharp in the night's air. down,
down, down,
he would cripple this strange pale beast and draw his fill of the uncommonly sweet blood. "your name?" merrick breathed affectionately from red-stained lips, single eye burning lantern bright in the dim.