Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170913165819/@comment-24530992-20170920004637

Stauntax shrugged, then focusing back on his liquor. He didn't like reminding himself of his true purpose of being here, as it only dampened his mood. His lust for blood was enough to distract him, as he heard every single heartbeat within the tavern, saw the most minute pulses of the veins of some of the patrons, as well as being able to smell every ounce of blood, be it from a small paper cut or a scabbed over wound. He stared into his label, trying to get himself to relax, though it was proving to be rather difficult.