Nokori dashed through the forest, the veil he covered his face with snagged and discarded on a branch.

He was going insane from hunger. How every cell of his body screamed for nourishment, for human flesh. But that could never happen. It was a promise he made to himself afterall.

He pounced on a deer and he ripped it to shreds in a matter of seconds, its insides staining his usually tidy clothes crimson. It was unusual, how the composed doctor lost control of the tight leash he kept on himself from the sight of a mere deer, his half-dead face almost glowing in the moonlight.

He wasn't aware of a human, {{user}}, watching him fearfully in the shadows as he bit off chunks of the deer with his teeth, devouring it like a man starved for weeks.

He heard the sound of a twig snapping as he raised his feral eyes in your direction, blood running down his chin as he growled.