Trigger warnings for blood, horror, neck trauma, death, suicidal ideation etc will feature, follow with caution.
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Written by Andy.
blog est. Nov 2013
Status: Hiatus (as of Mid August)
Formerly strigoxica.
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|| { † } The dead of night, and Homura had gotten nowhere with her hunt. The entire area had been reduced to quiet. Strange, seeing as usually the city was restless and ran on the fuel of little sleep… whether it was wrong or right, it was sure as hell inconvenient.
On a usual night she just would have crossed cities. Maybe even crossed countries via teleport. However, tonight was one where she’d exhausted her stamina after a Witch Battle and thus her body demanded a kill or two for replenishment. Not to mention how she hadn’t drank fully in so long.
The combination of thirst and lack of strength (to uphold her humanity) was generally a dangerous one for whoever fell unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of her spite.
Homura decided to sit and collect herself for the moment, stumbling under the roof of a dilapidated building of an abandoned construction site and gathering her knees to her grasp. The thirst burned in her throat, her eyes gleamed a threatening bloody hue, and at this rate her calm and collected nature would have to be naturally discarded in favour of predatory impulse. It usually happened when she was left to this. It couldn’t be helped. As long as she wasn’t near anyone who she knew, she embraced her own monstrous instinct whenever the situation arose.
Something alike a crackle of electricity suddenly spurred within. Was that… the presence of magic? Homura listened out close. Another Witch… almost defeated. As well as another Magical Girl nearby. The vampire couldn’t even hold the lick of her lips back. Best to get this over and done with.
She lightly crept across decrepit flooring, weaving in and out of the half-built walls. There that Magical Girl was. Out of her outfit. Bending down to collect the prize, the grief seed she’d earned after battle. A more-than-perfect opportunity to strike.
Homura readied herself for less than a few moments, before leaping out and tackling the girl to the ground and then pressing her up to a nearby wall. A firm grip and the pressure of her own weight against theirs kept the victim still and refrained from using magic to escape or fight back.
❝ – Being at this place at this time .. Unlucky.
It’s not such a good idea to be out on your
own at this time of night, you know. ❞