Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170913165819/@comment-24530992-20170917161147

Stauntax kept his hood over his head and entered the inn, finding himself a seat. He glanced around at the few customers, feeling his throat tighten as he fixated on their necks, still longing for a taste of blood. Wandering through forests and groves with little contact had left him without anything to satiate himself. The corner of his mouth twitched before he pried his eyes away from the other people, then fiddling with a loose buckle on his armor to distract himself while he waited for a waiter/waitress to tend to him.