
Slipping into the stables, Isaac drew near to one of the stalls bearing the name plaque "Lily" and reached his hand out to rub the white horse's face. It snorted softly and pressed against his palm. "Good girl," he hummed. Even animals seemed to be drawn in by his vampiric aura, instead of realizing that he was a predator...which was helpful when it came to finding his next meal. Fear made the blood taste different, but it was best when his subjects were relaxed...sweeter, in a sense.
Isaac pulled an apple from his pocket and placed it on a flat palm, feeding it to Lily. Her soft lips grazed his hands and her whiskers tickled his fingers, making him pull a corner of his mouth up into a smirk. He continued to rub the horse's face. It was nice here. Quiet. He could get used to this place.
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