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The blood dripped rather easily from his fingertips as he slouched ever so nicely over the body of a poor fellow that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. With the wind howling and a thunder storm brewing in the distance it was obvious that he would most likely be undiscovered. Or at least he hoped. It would be negative for anyone who finds him there.

It was a mere four minutes ago that he was lurking above, like a statue, on the roof of a building across the street from what he could only consider a tavern. He had no idea where he was, it matter little. He was hungry.

With narrowed eyes and heightened senses while leaning forward ever so slightly to peruse over the streets below for his potential take out meal. He wasn't known all that well and with his rather imposing figure, knees bent and grayish-green scaled skin, it kind of made him look like he could actually be apart of the building. If it were for his size of course.

His clawed feet, sharp as talons adjusted their grip embedded within the wood below him and a sight hiss clicking sound came from his mouth as he found someone. It was a stalking mentality now as he leaned forward a little more, his wings that were folded over his shoulders light a makeshift cloak now would slowly open. His mouth would open a little, parting just enough to indicate he was going to take advantage of this situation, excitement perhaps?

Indeed it was excitement and as he leaned forward some more he released his grip on the perch sending him downwards. His wings had barely opened and now he came down hard, fast and without hesitation. Clawed feet embedding into the ground as he lands right in front of the fellow with such force that it startles the man sending him backwards and onto the ground itself as well. He stepped forward to his prey as his hands, much like his feet, were clawed and ready. He grabbed the man by his leg as he tried to flee backwards on his backside and with a fluid and unremorseful fashion threw the man against the side of the building.

The force would have been intense as he quite literally belly flopped against the wall. The poor man wouldn't have stood a chance and came to the ground using gravity as its motivation. He stalked forward and hissed again while that clicking sound that accompanied it would provide even more of an eerie tone.

From the force upon hitting the building the man would have most certainly crushed all his bones and provided much internal damage but he still managed to let out a grunt like whimper. Respect would be offered in that. The Gargoyle like creature leaned forward, bending at his knees in a squatting fashion over its dinner now offered its voice. "I respect you. I forgive you." At that point his clawed hand plunged forward and embedded itself within the chest cavity of his victim.

Instantly he brought what he could grab from within to his mouth and much like a feral animal. He ate. Blood spewed from his mouth, ran down his arms and pooled beneath him but nothing would match the next scene. It was almost as if his skin turned to dust, to ash, and the gargoyle was no more. In its wake there would be a man, nude, covered in bruises, cuts and scars. He was still squatting above the corpse as he continued to eat from the still warm body.

This was his life, his curse, his pleasure.  After a few moments of eating, his senses would kick in and he realized that perhaps he may be discovered. The impact against the wall had to have grabbed someones attention within. He stood up, blood running down his chin and chest as he looked around quietly while he dropped what flesh he had within his hands.

A nude figure would casually walk down the street and away from the scene of carnage that he would leave behind.

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