A purpose.
Immortui: He didn’t feel like eating, even if it were a special dinner. He wasn’t feeling cabbage soup and two pieces of bread.
{I don’t won’t to eat anything that vegetarian like, I’ve been craving something with meat. Ribs, a heart, legs, ears…}
He begins to drool a little while thinking about what to eat with anything meat related. He looks to his right and then left, he sees a filly. She had recently undergone some “changes” and he smirks, licking his lips.
{She’s perfect. And I know where to bite her too.}
His smirk revealed prickly fangs.