I will never forget the first time I tasted blood. The flesh warm, pressed to my lips. His scent cool and clean, like fresh linen. My brand new teeth slid down from the roof of my mouth, smoothly piercing the soft flesh of his neck, and immediately the artery spilled pools of the tangy iron liquid into my mouth. His frantic heart pumping the delicious liquid into my mouth faster than I could swallow it down. I wanted to savor the warm, velvety feel of it rolling over my tongu

Snow drifted like powdered sugar on the mountain, blanketing everything in a pristine white. Here and there poked a stone nose until further down the mountain where a ribbon of red torii gates wound their way to Fushimi Inari Taisha. I looked down the mountain, the snow blending into my fur and melting on my nose. Nothing moved, save for the swirling snow. A slight tug from the red string encircling my front paw caught my attention. It appeared just as I turned 900, though I

Part predator, part melancholy relic of a forgotten age, the Dream Eater is a creature out of time, haunting a world that no longer believes in it.