Day 50, Spring 511
Ven had waited for quite a long time, or so it felt like it was a long time to say the least. The red head was probably going to be back sometime soon, but if he wasn't then Ven would eventually have to venture out for food...
Starving with a stomach that never would shut up, Ven had to be extra cautious of people that would walk by; hiding behind some large crates just in case they could hear the muffled cries of his belly calling for food. Time is of the essence, and is wearing out his patience.
Come on hot head....surely your job doesn't take as long as it does! He whimpered as his stomach began to ache at the sheer emptiness inside, it felt like all of his insides would be devoured by his stomach if nothing was eaten soon.
"Come on!" He whispered, "Just quiet down and give me a break, and I promise I'll fill you up as soon as hot head-" He cut himself off as the sound of footsteps grew louder in a fast pace, someone was either hurrying here or passing by quickly....
He heard another shuffle of feet meet up in front of the door, both had stopped directly at the entrance. He could hear two men talking outside, and wasn't sure what to do. Then without time to react the door nob started to twist, alarming him with what to expect next.
He swiftly positioned himself on all fours, laying low while hiding behind the crates. If it comes down to it then I'll have no choice but to morph into my original form....
He looked down at the bandage, knowing the risk of opening the wound again he had to make sure it would be a last resort. Slowly the door creaked open, and light hit the wall above him where two shadow figures were made out.