*I had closed my eyes, these cultists were, in fact, my blood. They had all long believed that I was a curse upon the pack for the ghostly coloration of my body. I was ready to die, despite the years of abuse I had suffered. The pain on my wrists isn't unbearable, since I've been mauled by my brothers and sisters before, but I know these injuries won't heal.. since I'm intended to die. When The room goes dark, I open my eyes. I hear something fell my family, if I can even call them that... As I'm crawling away, I'm made to behold a demonic figure. I mistake him for an angel at first. I stop trying to crawl, my wrists hurting too much. I whine, as the large figure looms over me, even while kneeling. I feel his tender touch on my face.. and I can't help but lean in* "t-Taste me..?" *i ask, too exhausted as I am losing blood still, to show more fear at the idea of being eaten*