Lucian was still a relatively young vampire and mostly new to the world outside of the coven. He was a small fairly scrawny yet curvy albino with an air of luxury about him. He’d mostly been kept indoors and treated like a pampered pet by his Master, or the one that had turned him into a vampire in the first place. Recently though, he’d been told to go make his own way in the world as there needed to be less males in the coven itself. He’d left with nothing but the clothes on his back and a leather collar about his neck, having no clue where to go, or what to do, and he feared he would be easy prey for a hunter with his powers being so limited.
At the moment, he was starving. He’d held back on feeding for a while since he didn’t want to be caught, but now his throat burned with thirst, and he could hear people’s hearts thudding in his ears. He crouched further down, outside of a bar where he hoped he would find easy prey. Panting softly from how desperate he felt, a bit of venom dripped from an extended fang onto the ground. It didn’t matter who next came out, he was going to pounce on them.