"But Maste-"
"No buts Ariayous."
"But im really hungry..."
"So? We need to keep a low profile"
Ariayous plopped down in the booth. They had been traveling for three weeks and her Master, Raven had decided to stop in a pub. There were plenty of people. Men watching woman dance to the music and a drunk guy of stage.
And why the stop? Just so her Master could have a drink or two, whistle poor Ariayous was stuck to watch, unable to digest the liquid her Master drank so much when she needed to numb herself from her pain.
The blood in the room from the many humans was driving her crazy. The sweet crismon that flowed threw their veins called to her. She could almost feel it run down her throat as she sank her deadly teeth into their necks and absorbs their soul...
She felt a sharp pain in her mind, her Master glarring at her from across the booth. 'No Ariayous. Cover your eyes, the greens wore away thanks to your fantasy.' Her master growled into her mind link, her own eyes flickering between red and brown from her unyeilding anger.
"Yes my Master..." Ariayous layed her head on the cool table, watching the wall. A smile stretching across her face.
"Master?"
"Yes Ariayous"
"We are demons, correct?"
"What sort of question is that?!"
"But we are, right?"
"Yes..."
"And we drink the blood of mortals to consume their soul, right?"
"Most of the time unless we are lazy enough to just open their mouth and eat it directly"
"Then does this mean your a hu-"
"We are not what we eat Ariayous."
"But Mast-"
"Ariayous. You've eaten a vampire, a deer, a succubus [out of all things], A french pervert, and a freak werewolf named Randal. Are you a freak weredeer, vampire hybrid with freaky boobs who happens to be a french pervert named Randal?"
"...Maybe..."
By @Raven58
