Bradhoc Browning

Script

*there on a plate, cut into a nice slice, is a very raw steak garnished all nicely*

Bradhoc: *sits down and remarks* Could have been cooked more. Do I still even have a cook? Did I ever have a cook? *he suddenly feels ravenously hungry, drooly hungry, unnaturally hungry - he noms into the steak without a knife for fork as if he can't stop himself*

*and while he is eating - he doesn't notice it - but he looks up with glowy eyes and fangs and just a little bit of purple tinge to his face*