[ It's a strange situation, due to how her body works. Hungrier she gets, the more it decays...but really, she wasn't incredibly hungry before. So this is something different. She's hurt, she's...sick, really. Like it's working so hard to keep her together it can't work on being anything but a corpse. It needs meat to replenish itself. Without the fog, she'd probably have literally fallen apart on the way back to the Palazzo. Max wonders, distantly, if she'd still frenzy when she's barely able to move. Would she bite at anyone who came close, with whatever jaw strength she's able to muster up?
The musings idly slip through her mind as Basil's reassurances reach her ears. Luckily, she doesn't try and snap at Basil's hand, because if she was that much of an animal right now Max doesn't think she could be able to handle it. But she also can't pull herself forward very well. Her arms are heavy and stiff, so he may very well have to feed her, as embarrassing as it is.
The moment the flesh is within reach of her mouth, she doesn't really have a choice, as her fangs snap at it almost desperately. Fresh blood and meat on her lips, she could cry. She can't hold back her relieved moan as she swallows a piece practically whole. It feels wet...but that's natural. It's raining outside.
(Still. Later, she'll be able to guess, when she really thinks on it. It makes the most sense if that's where Basil got it from.)
The moment he's next to her, Max leans against him. And, after a few bites, a loud cracking of bones sounds from her arm, fingers twitching back to "life" to try and take what she can so he doesn't have to keep feeding it into her mouth. ]
cw: extreme gore/cannibalism, corpse decay descriptions
The musings idly slip through her mind as Basil's reassurances reach her ears. Luckily, she doesn't try and snap at Basil's hand, because if she was that much of an animal right now Max doesn't think she could be able to handle it. But she also can't pull herself forward very well. Her arms are heavy and stiff, so he may very well have to feed her, as embarrassing as it is.
The moment the flesh is within reach of her mouth, she doesn't really have a choice, as her fangs snap at it almost desperately. Fresh blood and meat on her lips, she could cry. She can't hold back her relieved moan as she swallows a piece practically whole. It feels wet...but that's natural. It's raining outside.
(Still. Later, she'll be able to guess, when she really thinks on it. It makes the most sense if that's where Basil got it from.)
The moment he's next to her, Max leans against him. And, after a few bites, a loud cracking of bones sounds from her arm, fingers twitching back to "life" to try and take what she can so he doesn't have to keep feeding it into her mouth. ]