Kaiser

Kaiser was walking though the calming snowy forest in America, how long has it been since he's been human- he can't remember, but it's the 21th century, it must have been more then 300 years since, yet he still wears the same crimson shirt and black pants, the red having different shades all over, some the original color some blood stains. The snow crunches under his walking feet, as the body he's dragging behind him moves along the bumps created by the snow caving around his walking feet, the trail of blood from the body was a pleasant smell for him, how unfortunate the body can't feel anymore, it can't with its hand in Kaiser’s mouth, chewing the flesh, its so calming here, deep in the forest, the trail of red following him like a shadow.

he then goes back to the castle by the lake, oh damn, he thought he could enjoy the calmness of the forest a little more, he throws the bone of the hand on the pile in the corner of his designated space, the blood covering his mouth dripping down onto the floor.