Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-24080120-20140221132207/@comment-24481083-20140221132636

Somewhere back in the pews where holy men and women would once sit before their god, was a body, his chest slightly rising up and down to the rythm of his heartbeat. The warm summer air seem to have caused some discomfort as his shirt was sticky, dark patches here and there. He looked like a vagrant. He certainly looked peacefull, had it not been for his twitching nose.

The scent of blood is easily recognisable. And Blaue had yet to feast in carnage for over a week. His eyelids flipped back open, his black eyes staring into the ceiling.

"I smell...blood.", said Isaac.