Deepwood Weald Blood Cult

75F°, currently there is a light mist and set during the night. Located in Great Bear Wilderness, deepwood weald | ooc notes: if anyone wants to join the cult, please refrain from joining this thread, we can always have them meet Abaddon and they can join the next meeting! There will be no posting order | tagging: @Death, @Rosina, @Tuvaq, @Anastasia, @Nemsis

One by one there were a few other freaks who decided to join his little congregation. A freakshow really of all kinds of odd individuals who had their own kinks they want to show and share, something he was interested in seeing in such a natural, animalistic way. What kind of kinks did they have? Were they all like him and had a fixation on blood, a need for it to survive? It would be nice to have someone else like him - maybe if they were a female he might even be willing to start a little vampire family and spread their own little sick disease. 

Ugh. Nevermind, even that seemed too family like. Too tied down. 

Finding his way to the dark woods with which he had told each of the possible members of the cult to find him tonight, a night of a new moon where darkness truly reigned supreme. Would everyone be able to take some time away from their own packs to meet with their fellow oddities, or would he be here, sitting alone with a thumb up his ass?

Death was somewhere around here too, the boy was getting bigger by the day, even Abaddon could see that the boy might be day be bigger than him... perhaps if he was still placid, he could be useful as some kind of body guard or whatever. He wasn't sure what the boy thought of him now that he saw what kind of monstrosity he was, feeding on some poor female - but she wasn't dead, he was sure of that. Perhaps that alone was enough to make him different than the beasts of the haunted woods from which he came from.

Would he join tonight? Or would the boy simply be completely disgusted to the point that he would remain away for the entirety of the meeting?