[ He looked exactly the way she expected him to. Hungry. Growing more anxious when she seemed to step closer. His eyes shifting to black. Gripping at the bars, as if anticipating her to come within reach. And then there was disappointment as she stepped away. His gaze following her as she left. Intently. Though the further she got, the more his expression faded until it was once again indifferent. Cold. Calculating.
Let the little rag-tag group think he was nothing more than a blood thirsty monster. That it was solely hunger which drove him, not survival. ]
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Let the little rag-tag group think he was nothing more than a blood thirsty monster. That it was solely hunger which drove him, not survival. ]