Chapter 13: A (Mostly) Restful Hunt
*Percival*
Being around Mika undoubtedly made my hunger spike, and I licked my lips as I stalked the streets. Her unusual resistance to my mind-manipulation magic was frustrating, but becoming less and less rare. A cool wind blew through the area as I made my way through the shadows, my eyes glowing a deep silver.
Humans were rather active right now, as this place was safe. Joggers were my targets, and aside from cutting off their exercise early, they escaped none the wiser. I often slipped a bit of currency into their pockets as a thank-you for the meal. Courtesy, these days, was important. Times were changing, and unlike some of my kin, my respect and awareness was only growing the older I grew.