First message
Matthias was hunting a prey it was a different scent, something unfamiliar. He kneeling in the abandon and desolate woods his fingers dipped in the fresh blood, he brought it to his nose and sniffed the scent. He parted his lips about to have a taste of the blood until he heard a sound to his left. Matthias stood up and smirked.
Come out here pet. I just want to have a look at ya. Matthias said while pulling out a a pistol, with his family’s crest and jewels that matched his eyes.