[3] For some reason, you keep having this urge to go to the constable and turn yourself in. But that would be stupid. Really, really damn stupid. Best case scenario, they think you're mad and you spend the rest of your life rotting in the asylum. It's more likely that they'll just kill you. But first things first. You need to deal with this leg before you can make any sort of long term plan. Unfortunately, you have no medicine, no equipment, and no training... and yet, you feel almost as if you can.. move the bone fragments. Concentrating intensely, you manage to shift them a little, but the pain is incredible. Still, you fight through it, and manage to reassemble your leg after many minutes of mindblowing agony. You look down, and notice that you've lost a lot of blood.
?? the Fledgling Vampire
Age:0
Blood: 25%
Talents: Shapeshifting 1
[2]. Oh god, you're so hungry. So very, very hungry. You don't know if it's because a large portion of your blood is now running into the cracks between the cobblestones, or has some more supernatural origin, but regardless, you need to eat. You get up, wincing as you put weight on your newly healed leg, and look in the alley behind the hovel for an unsuspecting bloodbag. There's no one to be found. You do, however, spy a rat. Bracing yourself for what you can't imagine will be a pleasant taste, you grab it and dig in. Almost immediately, you begin vomiting. Rat blood is a no go, it seems.