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It was then that he noticed the rain. The refreshing chill on his skin, washing away the blood off of his hands, and any other spatter that had crossed his chest. As the blood fell, he has a sudden compulsion to lick the remaining blood off of his hands. A desire from someplace, unknown to him, called to him to consume the blood of the living. He shuddered, and flicked the rest of the blood off of his hand. The gravity of the situation finally struck him, and he stared down at the unconscious man underneath him. He ran away, as fast as he could, away from the soldier.

The rain helped to mask his footsteps, and he suddenly found himself before a tent that was fit for no ordinary soldier. Must be an officer of some sort. After a cursory glance, he noticed a pale man, no, a deep human standing before the tent.

"Evening. What seems to be the matter....uhh....."