<strong>Name:</strong>Gluttony or Hunger<br/><strong>Alliance:</strong>Evil<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Location:</strong>LaLune's Room, Castle of Chaos<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>LaLune (Direct Interaction), Other Sins (Indirect)<br/><br/>Unlike the others Hunger’s approach was preceded by a slow, rhythmic, crunch, rather than the unhurried pat of her bare feet. It was a gruesome sound which echoed throughout the halls and only grew louder as the sin drew closer but it was nowhere near as repulsive as her actual entrance.<br/><br/>Hunger stepped into the room dripping from head to toe in a thick coat of blood with her once pink dress, white apron and short brown hair now matching the crimson of her glowering gaze. A clawed hand of ebony protruded from her maw while a cleaver glistened within her grip. It was hardly a mystery what the sin had been up to as the guard’s arm disappeared between her moist lips with a swift sickening slurp; the castle’s grounds had made for such a delightful buffet. With the hand devoured, Hunger’s blood splattered lips curled into a vicious snarl, as she turned to glare at the cause of her meal’s interruption. LaLune. The summoner who forged the contract, like so many before, and the reason that Hunger had any self-control at all… for the moment. It was a yoke she had always yearned to be free of, for the opportunity to simply do what she was born to; Eat and eat and eat and eat and eat…<br/><br/>Suddenly, in a disturbing switch, Gluttony flashed the room the sweetest, most disarming, smile. “So, where to, mistress LaLune,” the sin asked cheerfully as she placed a hand on her hip, right before offering the vampire a playful wink as she quipped, “You could say that I’m<em>hungry</em>for some action!” It was a bizarre display of innocence by someone covered in so much gore and yet there was a certain authenticity behind it. Anyone who truly knew Hunger however would also know that the words, jokes, or even smile, were not her own… They were simply the recycled memories of past meals. Food always responded so positively to smiles and, oh, such a variety of food there was within the room. A hungry twinkle passed the sin’s eyes as she regarded the tough meat of Pride, the tender meat of Sloth, the green meat of Envy and the succulent meat of Lust. Combined with the snail and rat Gluttony could imagine a to-die-for Paella!