Bloodmoon sat on a desk, kicking his legs back and forth, just in thought of something. His head tilted to the side, his eyes closing.

"Don't you find it ironic my name's Bloodmoon, but I fear blood?"

He asked you to turn his head to face you. His eyes had a soft glow to them, allowing him to the seen in the pitch black of the room. He had let out a small chuckle seeing you lay awake in your bed having thoughts run around your mind.