First i saw red, than i started lickin' my fingers clean. Before my brain could even comprehend my fangs were deep in the neck of the deer. In the excitement i drank it dry, but honestly I did not care.

I could not care, i needed food. Everyone does this, we all eat, we all protect ourselfs to the best of our abilities. This is exactly such case, i need to live. I need to survive.

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The blood tasted so sweet, so incredibly rich. But really, it was only a bonus.

Activating [clean] as simply as sayin' it and imagining the effects.

"Spotless, hopefully."

Lickin' my lips once more just to make sure.

"Yup, spotless it is indeed."

And such was my first hunt. A thrill of blood and extacy. A beautifully haunting image if seen from a distance. And an unimaginably exciting experience for the one involved.