God it's cold. This jacket isn't much help. I want to go inside, I'm hungry, so hungry.
The smell of blood filled the air so suddenly I nearly fell back, dead. Something dead must be near by. Please, I just need blood.
Yet I was met with disappointment when a pack of wild dogs surrounded a nearly clean deer corpse.
My skin was crawling, I need blood, I don't care from who…or what.
It had been days, actually it may have been longer, since I had food. Human food is disgusting, I don't see how I ever enjoyed it.
I hadn't encountered another demon this whole time, they're probably avoiding me. They can smell the scent of an exile.