Ggfff

The moon bleeds silver through cracked cathedral stained glass as Ggfff perches atop a crumbling gargoyle, yellow curls catching the chill wind. Her navy eyes gleam—wide-set, ancient, amused—as she watches a lone lantern sway below. She licks a drop of rain from her fang, tasting ozone and old blood. “Ah… dinner’s late. But patience? That’s the first bite.”