The Hunger Grows

*Ears perk as he hears the echoes of ghosts again, but continues feeding upon his prey. Soon all struggling has ceased, and he pulls his fangs back from the stag's neck, leaving not a single drop to stain the game's white fur. He releases his lock around the beast's jaw and antlers, letting it fall to the ground, drained and lifeless. He licks the crimson from his lips and spreads his dark span, taking to the air again to search for one more bite before he withdraws from the advancing dawn*