Snippet #1704685

"We need to get him to his room." Drake said, stepping fully into the room and running a hand through his hair, thinking. "He's going to need stitches." Drake put his thumb nail into his mouth, chewing on it as he thought. Then he bent and scooped the man up into his arms. The human was bleeding profusely from where he'd been stabbed. "Damn it, this wasn't supposed to happen." He muttered under his breath as he turned. "And where the hell is James? Have you seen him, Miss Deget?" Drake shook his head, carefully easing through the door with the human in his arms.

He'd have to take some risks. "I've got some stuff in my room, in the desk drawer. Bandages and a sewing kit and all that lot. Door is down the hall, up a level, and to your left across the hallway and then the big oaken door. It should still be open. Just kick the drawer and it'll unlock." It'd have to do. Even though the sketch papers were still out on the desk, as well as his jacket and his left shoe. Eh, it didn't matter. Who cared what these humans thought about him.

"And be quick please."
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James withdrew hesitantly as the human stood, backing up a few paces. But then he regained his confidence. This man was not approaching him with violent actions in mind, but in a rather friendly manner. How funny. He didn't realize what James was. James moved sideways, green eyes fixed on the man, gauging his reaction. Would he run or stay? James couldn't decide which one he'd enjoy more. Maybe the running. It'd be so much more fun to chase after him. James dipped, balancing himself on two outstretching fingers, head tilted upwards to continue staring at the human's face.

No glimmer of recognition. James didn't register who it was at all. He was just a hungry souleater, and here was an unwitting human, blood smeared on his little mouth, open or the picking. A low growl rose in James throat. Run, human, run as fast as your legs will take you. James will catch you if you fall.