The summer sun makes short work of warming Antimony's dark pelt. Her stride is casual as she peruses the meadow, at hardly 6 months old she had already tired of feeding off mother. The milk had begun to lose it's appeal some time ago, but she had kept up her routine, for mother at the very least. Antimony had an odd relationship with her dam, perhaps it was to be expected.
Antimony had entered the world squalling. Not to mention the fact that a pair of nearby rabbits had simply keeled over, her shrieks ending immediately after. It was discovered a short time later that Antimony could not survive off of physical sustenance alone. No, the child had to drain energy from nearby souls to survive. A condition that left few wanting to be in her presence, let alone make her acquaintance. She was often avoided like the plague, but it some sense she supposed she was like a plague.
She had tried before, not to feed. It was horrible the outcome, no matter how much food she consumed, Ant had been left almost lifeless by the attempt. Not feeding left her in a very weakened state, comatose even, if she ever took it that far. Ant preferred things with the opposite outcome, leaving a victim comatose, that was much more beneficial to her. She didnt even need to touch them, she could feed from paces away, hovering in the presence of another. She had fed off her mother often,but lately the taste had become stale, leaving her wanting more. So, instead of draining her dam, she decided to test out the meadow. It was a common gathering place, something she thought might be like a buffet, a little here a little there. Nothing anyone would miss. Well. Mostly.
She lingered in the presence of groups, taking what she could from each, a black shadow as she moved. Some would soon feel ill, perhaps cold and unhappy, but Ant? Well, she felt radiant now.
