First paragraph of a work in progress.

Glows mood darkened as he eyed his watch, the morning was fast approaching and his hunt dragged on. He cast his green eyes around the undulating dancefloor, hidden by the shadows at his table he eyed potential prey hip grinding each other to the throbbing baseline. He eyed a horse distainfully as it stripped off its shirt, the musculature would make a fine meal but some other, unfamilar hunger gripped him. His ear flicked in annoyance, maybe tonight he would just find a hole to pump full of venom, no that wasnt enough. The dark restlessness in his gut pushed him on, a lustful powerful craving a need so intense it was palpable. The club was hot, and his black silk shirt clung to his physique soaked in his musk caressing his body as if teasing him, its scent in his nose was like fire, feeding the burning in his soul. He growled in disgust at the cattle market dancefloor, and turning on his stool made to walk to the bar. And stopped in his tracks.