[Catching his breath, Floyd rubs at his cheek with the back of his hand, smearing paint as he does. Only then does he notice Lilia's in a similar state... and remembers what they were even in here to do in the first place. Hard not to really, when Lilia's hardly left any room for the imagination.
When faced with smaller prey, Floyd's always inclined to give chase--to back it into a corner, flash his teeth, and take advantage of any and all weak spots in their last dying breaths. So no matter how strong Lilia may be, Floyd's subject to his nature, and eyes that smaller frame like a man dying of hunger.
... And then he lunges, riled up and impatient as he mouths at Lilia's throat.]
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When faced with smaller prey, Floyd's always inclined to give chase--to back it into a corner, flash his teeth, and take advantage of any and all weak spots in their last dying breaths. So no matter how strong Lilia may be, Floyd's subject to his nature, and eyes that smaller frame like a man dying of hunger.
... And then he lunges, riled up and impatient as he mouths at Lilia's throat.]