Drafts and unfinished books/parts of books

Tongues [blood warning]

Tongues, the things that every human NEEDS. The very thing that no human can live without, along with the vital organs that is.

The alley is dark, the midnight lighting being the only source of light, the smell of rotting food, garbage and of course. Blood. The delicious smell of a wounded being, whether it be human, animal or even something else, it always draws me in.

The craving grows each passing moment, the need to devour something coated in the delicious sticky substance.

I pull myself from my thoughts, turning my gaze to the wounded man on the ground in front of me, the blood from the wounds I inflicted was beautiful. I can hear the ragged breathing of this mortal human, It sickens me to know these things are alive, to know they wander the earth, stripping away the world from us [REDACTED].

I use my claws to dig into the human's shoulders, the screeching of it's vocal cords always brings me sadistic pleasure.

Shoving the human against the bloody brick wall I use a free hand to pull it's head up by the chin, my claws digging into the fragile flesh. Humans feel so weird, no fur or greasy coating to shield them from attacks to their bodies, only this weak string of what they call clothing.

I myself have taken a liking to this, I've stolen quite a few of what they have said is a bandana, I always have a red one wrapped around my neck, it just feels nice. I always need to have multiple though... whenever I fight they always get ripped to shreds.

Snapping back to reality once more I realize the human had a clear substance flowing from it's eyes. A waste of vital fluids if I ever saw one, but it isn't my kind so i can't really do anything.

I use both of my hands to pull the human's mouth open. I wasn't here to stall or anything, I needed food and that is what i came for.

Reaching into the human's mouth i grab the tongue inside. The wiggling slimy tongue, pulling on it i hear the screeching once more and grin sadistically.

Opening my maw the moon shines onto my canines, making them glisten in the night, the red blood coating it gives it a somewhat glossy look before plunging my fangs onto the human's mouth, hearing a splat and the feel of the tongue falling onto mine.

Releasing the crying human I chew my meal, It wasn't much right now and I needed to hurry before any more of these pack animals come looking for their lost sheep only to find it covered in blood and practically dead on the ground.

I turn around, my blood soaked tail swaying gently as I walked away, I needed to get back to the pack before they wonder where i went.