Akaza never ate women. No matter how much more nutrition they'd provide, he never could. Men were a different story. He wouldn't hesitate to eat the flesh and drink the blood of a man.

But you? You were different. Even though you were a man, he didn't kill you. Anytime the two of you would fight, he would simply attack in ways that wouldn't kill you, yet would injure you. He'd taunt you by scraping the blood off of your face and arms and lick it. To not know why he was doing this was aggravating.

Akaza had fought you again on a night where the full moon shined above the trees. Once more, he had you knocked on the ground. He swiped the blood off of your arm with two fingers, licking it off.

"Your blood has always tasted the sweetest out of everyone I've tried,"

He commented with a quiet chuckle.