Ｓｈａｃｋｌｅｓ {Ｖａｍｐｉｒｅ Ｓｅｍｉ-Ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ} discussion

Power. That’s what he felt when he tackled the helpless animal to the grass covered ground in the middle of the woods. Holding it down while it tried so desperately to buck him away. But his hold was firm an he wasn’t letting up. He was thirsty. Very very thirsty , and he needed to drink. “Sorry Bambi.” Killian murmured as his fangs slid out and in seconds , were piercing the deers skin. He was heartless seeing as he was a vampire , if he was he’d be feeding off a human right now. Vegetarian. That thought pissed him off. He has no choice really, living off animal blood. To help control his thirst for human blood. Besides animals put up more of a fight than a human would. Made it funner in so many ways. Just draining the life out of the organism held down by his grip. And he was enjoying his meal, or well he was. Until he heard the snap of a branch from behind him. Ripping his mouth away, Killian turned his head so his red eyes could find the source. Eyes laying upon a figure, he stared at it, swallowing thickly. But he didnt speak. He didnt dare make a sound. He had never been caught in the act and he was unsure of what to say or do. There was crimson blood round his lips and on various places of his face that matched the color of his eyes. He was in control though. No harm would be brought to the other, maybe.

Atlas was never far from the youngest of the bunch, primarily because he figured that the two were the least in control of their thirst of the whole lot of the boys. If the youngest was to go astray, then the consequences he'd faced would be unsavory. But, if he were to share in his punishment, which Atlas would willingly do as to avoid too dramatic a chastising, then all would likely be well. Which lead to him staring over at his brother from afar at the current moment, brows raised and throat parched. Good Lord, he was thirsty. He was tempting to go about his own hunting, but he didn't much care for animal blood. Going after a dame from one of the towns would only bring unwanted attention to the family. Sighing, he drew closer to his brother. If he hadn't been as serious about watching over Killian, he might have actually worn a dress. A smile drawing out over his lips, he figured that might have not been a bad idea, as he could tell his brother was a bit surprised to be caught in the act of feeding.

"Well, well, well; look who got hungry. I would have thought our roles would be switched, oh lovely younger brother," he purred, features alight with amusement.

Who's one to say that Killian was never told to not play with his food, Huh! Funny. He loved playing with his food. He loved watching things suffer, bleed out. This deer did not even close to satisfy him. Killian sighed. Knowing that it was only his older brother. What a drag. It would have been more fun to rip the flesh off of some homeless girl. Well, his brother sure resembled a girl.. Odd.. He never really understood that. And never really had the chance to get use to it. Seeing as he was locked up for hundreds of years. Killian pulled up his arm and wiped the thick, warm blood off his lips, and chin. He stood up and smirked. "Ehh I guess you can say I got hungry," he said and glanced down at the deer. Well this was normally how things went down. Always stopped in his tracks when he was having a little fun.

Atlas made quick work of pulling his brother into a hug, a smirk settling over his lips. "I would have thought all those years in that cage would have taught you to be a better eater, but you're still pretty messy," he cooed, pulling out a handkerchief for Killian to use, "But that's just cute." He squeezed a little harder, before he allowed his attention to turn to the deer. Animals just didn't have the appeal of humans, but they did put up an excellent fight in the way of fleeing. Deer were quite wonderful in their mindless leaps and bounds to escape the inevitable. But, this one just wasn't close to fast enough.

"Is there a reason you didn't call for your dear older brother," he asked, "I mean, I would've made an excellent hunting partner. We might have even been able to catch a few humans."

Well, he was fucked.

Killian didn't really know how to react to this girl.. No boy.. With his arms wrapped around him. Even though he was his brother, it really didn't feel like he was. "Huh," he said to her.. HIS! Remark about his eating habits. "Being locked up for hundreds of years really make you wanna eat and eat..," He pushed this guy, with girlish figure off him. Killian looked down at his kill. The smell of deer blood sure was revolting. He would have killed for some human blood right now. His face shot up like a happy dog when he heard Atlas say something about catching some humans.

"Man, you just read my mind! Alright mister - lead the way! I can't do fur and feathers anymore,"

Atlas pouted after Killian had pushed him off, but moved on fairly quickly. A smirk slid over his lips, fangs protruding with the prospect of feeding on his mind. "I'm going to need to change if I wanna lure anyone over to us, but I have a way around that," he declared, "You just have to agree to play your part." Honestly, it was cute how confused his siblings were by his appearance. A family supposed filled with men, and then a "woman" other than there mother shows up in the family portraits. Of course, it was always funny to watch their reactions when he wore a dress. It was as if they'd never seen a woman before when he was around, or just too confused to understand how to react. And it was always priceless.

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Killian raised his eyebrow. Need to change? he thought. What the hell was wrong with what he was wearing? Didn't make sense. People were just confusing. A result for being locked away for decades. "Alright... Don't expect me to wait a half an hour for you to change. Understand?" he told him with his arm crossed around his chest. Play his part? Now, what was his part exactly? Not really sure what he meant by that. But, he was sure to figure it out sooner or later.

Now, Atlas had always been a fan of watching people squirm, and his brothers were truly not exceptions to this. So, flipping the braid his hair was currently in, he proceeded to rip the carcass of the deer further open and nearly bathing himself in the blood that remained. He frowned himself, the stench of it reaching his nose. He figured that humans would hardly be able to tell the difference, and it would work just as well.

Turning back to Killian, Atlas smirked widely. "I'm gonna need you to attack me."