Post by Avila Abendroth on Mar 13, 2016 1:27:05 GMT -5
Avila sighed as she washed her face, looking in the bathroom mirror for a moment, observing her red eyes. She'd been escaping away from people whenever she had the chance, not wanting people to witness her usual eating habits. It wasn't like it was every day where you saw a person drinking blood, and despite the fact that she could now stomach a raw steak, it was still something she ended up having a massive stomach ache over. Weaning herself off of the substance her father had forced her to survive on had turned out to be a lot harder than she thought it would, every day turning into a struggle to get the nutrients she needed to survive as a human, but also getting the blood that was keeping her body alive. She shook her head, checking her fangs silently.
I am such a monster compared to most of the island...
She shook her head a bit at the thought, pushing away from the mirror and looking down at her pale skin, sighing a bit. She turned and grabbed the thermos off of the counter, clipping it to her belt before stepping out of the bathroom, looking down the hallway that she had ended up in. She normally chose the more secluded spots of the West Tower to get away from people, but that didn't mean she always avoided the people she tried so hard to avoid. She smiled softly to herself, bowing her head for a moment before stepping off, satisfied that she hadn't encountered anyone on the step out of the bathroom. She turned and started walking down the hallway before stopping, footsteps echoing from around the corner, the girl wincing quite a bit as she took a few small steps back.
"Futu-i...."