Joseph sits kneeling on his bed naked from the waste up. Blood covers parts of his torso as well as his bed sheets. A bloody knife lay in front of him drying itself to his sheets. His eyes closed and arms at his side his entire focus is turned inwards. Tasting animal blood in his mouth he grimaced. The stuff did nothing for him it did not give him vitae nor did it taste good. But it had been necessary these past weeks to feed on the animal blood. Damn requirements for this Coil. Joseph shuddered to think of what the third one would call for. But if his knowledge right and it should be baring his past Mentor deciding to screw him over. He should be able to drink from animals and humans no matter how old his blood was. He grinned as he opened his eyes and stretched stiff dead muscles. Looking down at the knife he runs a hand over his chest....damn blood letting... He walks into the bathroom to get a towel to wipe himself down with.

Some time later he leaves his haven/apartment locking the door behind him. Dressed in business casual the thought of a warm beating neck is about the only thing he can keep his mind on for long. His fangs extend as his beast rises demanding the blood that is needs. Joseph grins at this and a fangy grin is seen as the elevator doors open. He leaves the apartment towards a club that is near by intent on drinking his fill and more in celebration.

(exp expenditure 14 for Coils of Blood 2)