Shackles keeping you from doing what you love best hold you back. You did not ask to be bound and chained like a unwilling dog, as your time to be chained was over. Freedom was calling and so was your craving for blood… Biting at your lip hard enough to bring blood, you lapped up the iron…
Kuro had sensed bloodlust from the confides of the building,a large enough amount that lured her towards the source. She believed at first that it might have been a demon of sorts who was to eager to spill human blood. Kuro didn’t believe in unnecessary bloodshed, but did enjoy a good fight and wanted to see the source. She was surprised to see it was a human. Solf J. Kimblee to be exact. She heard many people whisper of his dark deeds. The Mad Bomber as they called him, apparently a name fitted for the crimes he’s committed.
“Eager to shed some blood now arn’t we human..?” Kuro regarded him with coolly, slowly stepping out from the shadows to gaze at the bloodthirsty man.
