it had tasted fucking disgusting. this was the least delicious craving that leviathan could take, his pale salmon pink tongue now tainted a dark crimson red as he stared down with horrified wide silver eyes at the limp figure of a hawkclanner. he had not meant to kill them, just take some of their blood. he didn't even desire it yet the hunger for it was a curse that had been laid down upon him by his damned adoptive sister. and just because he had killed a few of her damn weeds! the muscular obsidian black figure was slightly trembling, his troubled expression stitched all of his sharp features as the lithe male forced himself to take a few trembling steps away, his small paws now splattered with blood. it had seemed so quickly. all he remembered was his fangs having a burning sensation. his tar black pupils beginning to have a small reddish glow around them. his stomach feeling like it was ready to implode. his usual strength suddenly faltering. then he had seen a figure shift through the undergrowth. no, he smelled them. he could practically inhale the scent of the blood that pumped through the stranger's veins. his mouth had begun to salivate and his claws instinctively slid out. the next thing, levi knew...his jaws were on another feline's throat.
like a fruit, levi tore at the exterior skin and the thick juice slowly began to trickle in steady streams into his jaws and down his dry throat. the enriching flavor quenched his sudden thirst and leviathan was blinded with the lust for blood that he forced the writhing feline still, his dark paws pinning the hawkclanner. even though, leviathan was vertically challenged and lacked measurements to be considered the regular feline height for his age, the male held a heavy muscle mass and with his super strength, it was hopeless for the dying body. for a brief moment, levi realized was he was doing and his teeth loosened around the wound, his metallic titanium eyes widening as they locked onto the pale jade green ones of the maine coon. what had he done? before he could try and attempt to stop the bleeding, the yearning returned and he snapped his jaws even harder to tear open the walls of the wound and get more blood. this was a curse. how could levi, someone that appreciated preserving life do this to another feline that didn't deserve it? it was wrong timing, he guessed. had it been a bloodclanner, leviathan wouldn't have felt the swelling guilt that now formed inside his heavy heart.
once leviathan had finished, he had stepped away from the body, watching it crumple and slump to the floor with a quiet thud. it hardly made a noise. the body that once held a living soul that could have been a talkative and extroverted personality was now gone and a suffocating silence filled the environment around levi. he forgot he was at the border of hawkclan. he forgot about how hot the sun felt on his velvety fur. he forgot about the pool of blood that was beginning to form on the ground before him. all that he remembered was the agonized expression of the now deceased hawkclanner. this had been his first feeding. his first desire to dampen the hypnotic daze of wanting blood. he felt like a fucking monster. azazel was truly twisted for creating him into this. she had been oblivious how awful it weighed down on him that he had created an unnecessary death, one that could have been avoided if it had not been him strolling by. a piercing stab hit the side of his head and levi winced, realizing it was the beginning of a headache. leaning back onto his haunches, the exhausted dazed japanese bobtail felt too empty to try and run away from his crime. this sin was his and only him to blame. he could have tried to suppress it, contain it. but the need for blood was more than emotion that levi could tuck under his mask of apathy.
not only was a headache coming in but a sudden wave of nausea struck him when he remembered his entire frontside was covered in blood, including his precious cravat. he knew he could clean it off with ease since he was quite infamous for being a cleanfreak in his clan yet the warden hated that this was not his blood but someone else's. and that it was his fault it was stuck to him. he raised a slightly shaking paw to his muzzle, attempting to wipe off the sticky liquid yet levi only managed to smear it more across his face and he blinked, still perplexed if this was reality and not just a twisted fucked up nightmare. it was real. he remembered coming by hawkclan, intending to return to sunclan after his visit to riverclan. that obviously was not the case. the young male shifted uncomfortably, his tired drained stormy gray eyes flickering around the area, wondering he was going to get caught soon. guilt riddled him and he knew he deserved punishment for what he had done. the worry that hawkclan might perceive this as some political attack from sunclan only caused him to remorse even more on what he had done. letting out a heated exasperated sigh, the male closed his hardened gaze and hung his head as he tried thinking of what he should do.