Kodlak had given Leona fair warning before he deemed it safe for her to go get some blood into her system – he had just turned her into a vampire because he was lightheaded. She had bounded out, his amber eyes watching her as she caught a hare. Once she made her way back, he relaxed, eyes widening for a moment when Leona had tossed the back legs. ”Thank you.” he spoke softly, but not timidly. He gave a nod and a small smile as a way of expressing his gratitude before he began to rip at the first hind leg. The very little blood in these still left the coppery taste on his tongue, but he had since learned how to suppress the need. For now, it was better for him to have the meat. His eyes peered to Leona, newly transformed, indulging herself perhaps a little too much in the blood. Just before he began to speak, she did. ”This is going to be quite an adjustment. I think I’m going to roll in blood. No; bathe in it. How does anyone ever survive this? I think I’m going to need gallons of blood. Do you ever get that feeling? I mean, after the onset of vampirism. Do you still get it?”

Kodlak paused, breaking his stare for a moment, before speaking. ”To be frank, I don’t often get crazy bloodlust, and I think that might be because I fainted shortly after being turned...the blood seeping from my torn off leg was tempting, and that was really the only time I had such a strong urge. I had not thought much on the fact it was my own leg, but moreso wanting the coppery taste.” He grunted, sitting up slowly. He wanted to get his scales that painted his legs out of the snow. ”No one in Hawthorne today is so ravenous for blood. Everyone has adopted their own ways, speaking of, eat the meat too. Don’t let it go to waste.” He gazed at the back legs he had picked rather clean. ”I personally don’t need much blood to satiate my drive. My grandmother, on the other hand, probably needs more than what she lets onto. But she also, from what I’ve heard, had a thing for wolf blood even before turning.” He paused, leaving that at that. He did not want to think further about whether some of the spirits rumored to be in Ashen Woodlands were her fault. ”Many of us in Hawthorne, who have been vampires for a while, are fine with what flows through small prey, such as that hare.” He pointed at the small mammal she had just sucked dry, still driven by the first initial cravings of vampirism.

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