[cw: blood, biting, blood drinking, handjob, no sex, death (but temporary), noncon to con, emotion]

They found the boar a week into their journey into the woods between towns. It was about ten minutes from where they made camp last night. Tucked away off the weathered path, but not quite out of sight. Their tracker spotted it first, and wanted the party to take a look.

Keitan was a tall Dromaar woman, and could practically scent like an animal. She put an oversized green arm out and Izalith nearly knocked into it. She was jostled out of her silent lecture from Sword about the various uses of wolfsbane, which could be effective against more than just werewolves.

“Huh?” Izalith said stupidly.

“There,” the half orc said, pointing. Izalith couldn’t see anything.

“It looks like a dead deer,” Ayuura said, her voice a soft purr. She went over to look, though her muscular companion tried to stop her. The amurran knelt down, one catlike ear flicking as she looked over the corpse.

“Are we going to stop for every dead animal?” Milija asked nervously.

Izalith was sleeping alone, which frustrated her to no end. Keitan and Ayuura were together in a large magical hut where they could spread out and be protected from the elements. And more importantly they could be together, given some privacy from the rest of the group when they made camp. Imagining what the two of them did alone in there was driving her to fits, but try as she might she couldn’t take care of herself. She settled for lying in bed silently and hoping that Sword would be boring enough to knock her out.

<… Izalith, pay attention! Izalith there’s someone in the tent!> Sword shouted in her mind, making her open her eyes, suddenly no longer dreary. She looked over and saw the rogue bending down next to her, mouth open to show his elongated canines.

“Well. Shit.” Milija whispered in the dark. “This is awkward. I thought you were asleep.”

<Quick! There’s a white flower in your esoterica.> Sword instructed, <It’s garlic, grab it!>

“What are you doing?” Izalith said, trying to shimmy back on her one arm. She sat up, a little away from her would-be assailant, looking for something to defend herself with. Both Sword and her arm were out of reach, propped against the lean-to’s support beam and on the other side of Milija respectively. The esoterica would have to do.

Milija crouched back on his knees, hands raised. “My apologies…” he said, as if he hadn’t just tried to bite her. He had that same charming smile he always had. God, Izalith could get lost in those red eyes.

Those red eyes that seemed to be looking lower than her own. With a blush she realized she was naked, the sleeping bag now down to her stomach. She quickly pulled the blanket up over her chest. It’s not that she was prudish, and he’d already seen it before, but being caught was different than washing up.

“You really are…” Milija licked his lips, and pulled his eyes away. “I’m sorry, you just… I’m so hungry. I was going to find another deer, but it got away from me this time.”

“I’m not food!” Izalith said in an indignant whisper.

“Of course! But… I’m starving, Izzy.”

<Don’t trust him,> Sword barked in her mind.

“Don’t you ‘Izzy’ me! You’re a… you’re a vampire!” She looked over to her pouch of esoterica, then back to Milija in confusion. “Wait, you’ve been traveling with us for two weeks now. I’ve seen you in the sun.”