Snippet #768607

Vivian sat crosslegged on the front porch of an abandoned house. She was looking at her hands, examining her ring. Her sharp black claw traced the carvings in the tiny black object. As always, there was the knawing sensation inside of her, telling her to satisfy her hunger. She had tried many times before, but no matter what, the Hunger was always there. She didn't know whose house this was or why nobody lived there, but it was empty now, and it provided shelter for her. Her bloodred eyes closed, and her head rested in her hands. She sighed. For now, not many battles had broken out and life was pretty boring. She stood up, and walked away from the house. She found herself walking into the city. The smell of humans and Eartheaters began to enter her senses. She opened her mouth a little bit, and she could taste it in the air. She took in a slow, deep breath, and the mingled scents danced across her tastebuds. When she realized what she was doing, her mouth snapped shut.
"Dang it!" She cried, frustrated. "I almost lost it." She knew that if she lost control of herself, the humans would be aware of her prescence, and when that happened, eartheaters most likely would find her. It had happened before many times, and the poor demon almost never escaped. She took a look at where she was, right on the side of a road, and standing right next to a school. And sitting right insdie the window was an eartheater, glancing halfway out the window, chewing on a twig.