[ With a snarl, Zephir lunges, using full force and pure instinct to throw Sully down on his back, climb on top and grab his face with one hand, forcing him to turn his head so he can dive in and rip his neck open again, teeth and fangs sinking, clamping together, pulling until there's barely any skin left, flesh carelessly devoured along with the blood, messily gathered in the other hand. The lower half of Zephir's face is coated in black, pieces of Sully's throat hanging off his jaw when he finally slows down, expression twisted with frustration and despair. ]
It's not enough.
[ Voice tainted with gluttony, Zephir drags himself off what should be a corpse. ]
cw: gore, cannibalism
It's not enough.
[ Voice tainted with gluttony, Zephir drags himself off what should be a corpse. ]
What have you done to me, my Death?