Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-24408187-20141215003049

Char gave an angered growl, clenching his teeth in pain. He let out a snarl swiping the cowboy's arm with his sharp claws, drawing blood. With a grunt he leaped forward and leaped atop of her opponet and dug his jaws into Plutarch's shoulder. He had never tasted blood and flesh before. It was oddly sweet, addicting.

'No.' He thought. "Fight it..."

He pushed off from and gave almost a grunt of confusion. Unsure what to do next. He looked over at the cowboy's new wound and his eyes became more dialated. He gave an almost evil chuckle before leaping toward it...