Hungry....
He was so terribly hungry. But not for food, no. He lusted for something he had never felt before. Desan body walked through the fallen leaves, crunching through them as he wandered the forest. He wasn't old, not by what he was told how long he would live when he was bitten. He was in his early 20's by human years, though had lived well over a hundred and then some. Walking along the forest, humming quietly to himself, he noticed the trail that he always seemed to cross paths with when he came into the woods to hunt.
"Perhaps today will be my lucky day", Desan murmured to himself, grinning at the possibility of a lovely female walking through unattended. What a joy would it be to find such a treat to carry his children.
How could he not be so aroused? He had tried as a human to persuade women to carry his children, but even as a human, they denied him. When they didn't and he did impregnate them, he would tell him of his true identity. Fear. That was what he always saw to those who thought they were carrying normal children. Immediately they fled, and he would never hear from them again.
Now it was time to throw away being nice. He knew that no women would ever want to give birth to his kind. But what was so wrong? What was wrong about giving birth to something that wasn't necessarily..."human?" He waited patiently behind a tree, peeking around at the trail. He had no where else to go, nothing else to do. Silently he sat, muttering a silent prayer.