Without anything to mark the passage of time, all she could do was wait.. and pace her rooms. Every corner and shadow was explored in her boredom. Even the dresses were pulled out, looked over and then rearranged to her liking. The same thing happened with the bathroom.. and anywhere else she could reorganize.
Rip was restless. She wanted out of the room and she wanted to hunt. By now her hunger was all consuming and she wanted nothing more than to tear someone apart and slake her hunger on their blood. When it almost seemed like she was forgotten, the door opened and something was thrown in.
The scent of a human hit her immediately. She didn't care if they were a virgin or not, she was starving! Rip was on him in an instant , feasting on the unconscious soul as her owner spoke of love for humanity.. something she ignored as she focused on her meal, draining every drop of blood from the man at her feet and leaving a bloodless corpse with a torn out throat.
Once she was satisfied, she noticed the shoes and frowned as she untied the simple shoes from her meal and slipped them on. Now that she was fed, dressed.. and more or less clean. She need to focus on her Master and how to get out of here.
...And he is definitely not sane. Then again, one might argue vampires aren't either. "Living off zhe scoundrel's of humanity is fine by me as long as its warm blood and a filling meal. Virgins simply satisfy my hunger longer."
She stared at the door for a few more moments. "Let me out of this pretty prison. I need to stretch my legs and hunt."
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Date: 2019-05-28 01:32 am (UTC)Rip was restless. She wanted out of the room and she wanted to hunt. By now her hunger was all consuming and she wanted nothing more than to tear someone apart and slake her hunger on their blood. When it almost seemed like she was forgotten, the door opened and something was thrown in.
The scent of a human hit her immediately. She didn't care if they were a virgin or not, she was starving! Rip was on him in an instant , feasting on the unconscious soul as her owner spoke of love for humanity.. something she ignored as she focused on her meal, draining every drop of blood from the man at her feet and leaving a bloodless corpse with a torn out throat.
Once she was satisfied, she noticed the shoes and frowned as she untied the simple shoes from her meal and slipped them on. Now that she was fed, dressed.. and more or less clean. She need to focus on her Master and how to get out of here.
...And he is definitely not sane. Then again, one might argue vampires aren't either. "Living off zhe scoundrel's of humanity is fine by me as long as its warm blood and a filling meal. Virgins simply satisfy my hunger longer."
She stared at the door for a few more moments. "Let me out of this pretty prison. I need to stretch my legs and hunt."