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Fantasy Imperial Night Army

"It's like you know what you turn into and what you can do, but I don't, I have no control and no clue who or what I become, I could be a serial killer for all I know"
 
"And I'm guessing that this is not the kind of hunger that can be stopped by a pickle and fish sandwich?"
 
"Yes, I did, and if I'm honest a fish and pickle sandwich sounds both intriguing and absolutely disgusting"
 
-laughs a little bit but sighs- honestly it feels good satisfying this hunger in the moment... but when you realize you killed someone... it’s absolutely awful... and having to kill more than one person to satisfy it is worse... -looks up at the trees- honestly this is a luck-of-the-draw deal with how lucky my first kill is.... if you need an explanation I’ll give one
 
-sighs- it’s just... being a Beast... your body cannot for some reason survive on just food... it feeds on emotion...memories... but not in the way you might think of me feeding in it while I’m feeling those things. If you saw the branches doing their thing... -points to branches- when I kill... I kind of extract those kinds of things and they become more of a... edible substance. Don’t ask me how, it’s complicated and includes a mixture of science and magic. But, that not all I feed on during these violent feedings...
 
I’m not surprised... but anyways, some of the other things that Beasts like myself can feed on are, well, blood, as you saw, but also things like pain... hatred... and even the strengths and magic of those people. Now, I’d never do this, but let’s pretend I ate Ven (Sorry Vienna_Cross Vienna_Cross ). Despite the fact that she’s has her own forms and powers, I wouldn’t gain those or completely become as strong and agile and incapable of harm as her. My own magic would gain the slightest fraction of the strength of her own, and my stats would boost a little, but my body doesn’t absorb all I receive. Any questions so far before it gets REALLY weird?
 
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( Vienna_Cross Vienna_Cross Ven!! I’m pretty sure Zara and Soulless would still be having their talk about why Evie is dangerous BTW if I remember correctly)
 
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(Guys...I'm back...sort of....I'll be quiet for a bit but it's because Ven is about to wake up and you guys will get a look into where she is and what she's going through :) It will be a long one....BTW I really hope the person you ate didn't belong to Octavius's kingdom....)
 
The air is heavy. Pain is a dull presence along every fiber of my being. Opening my eyes is the hardest thing I've ever hard to do before, but when I do, I'm staring at a blank, grey ceiling. I move my head around and groan when my eyes land on a reddened sky. There's a coolness under my finger tips and when I look down, I see what caused it. I'm laying in a large bed, covered in such a blackened silk, that I can't even see the shape of my legs and chest. When I sit up, the silk falls from my body like water revealing a blood red silk nightgown. I can hardly even feel the fabric as I move off of my bed.
The ground beneath my feet is warm, a lot warmer then I would have expected. Each warm steps leads me to the window to look outside. It's a barely auditable gasp that leaves my lips as I take in the barren land before me. The ground is cracked and red, stained with the blood of who knows what. Strange creatures that I've never seen before roam not only the sky's but also the ground. The only form of plant life are the few dead and burnt tree's that are scattered randomly around the dead land. I start to look around more when I hear the door opened . I immediately start to control my breaths and focus on the sound of footsteps approaching me. I can just feel something approach my skin when I twist backwards, grab onto a small arm, and slam who ever it is against the wall.
There's a scream followed by a sob, and I find myself holding a frail looking girl against the bricks. I look behind me at the object she had brought with her, grab the silver fork sitting next to a plate of food, and press it against the soft part of her neck. Her body shivers as I press it just enough to draw blood, "Tell me where the hell I am and what you are doing!? You have 1 minute before I kill you."
 
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