Mak sneered. "Boohoo, poor little bloodsuckers and their daily agony." His lip curled into a pretty shit-eating wolfish grin. "Must be so hard being a murderer, right? How can you even live with yourselves!" He took a step closer, his gruff voice rumbling in his chest as it was warped by the muzzle of his beastly form. "The craving is just a bullshit excuse to be even more monstrous. A sad little attempt at justifying doing something that you don't even need to do to get by."
we are shining in the rising sun, as we are floating in the blue