[ At first, Max tries to take strips of flesh a little too fast for her arms, as the groan under her movement. She lets out a few soft grunts as she fights against the stiffness of her body. Like whole entire slabs of muscle are dethawing or...something, and it almost burns. But soon, she brings piece of meat after piece of meat to her mouth, becoming a little more animated with each one, with about the worst table manners ever.
It stains her paw pads red as Basil's little hands.
For a Waldgeist, it seems meat is the ultimate cure-all.
It's most of the corpse fragments that Basil brought back that Max devours. Maybe she should've left some for later, but it tastes best when it's fresh, and she does it rarely enough that...
That it's hard for her to hold back or even concentrate. Truly as soon as she gets going, her mind goes so blank it's like the music can't even affect it anymore, as all that's there is the rich, warm meat. No place, no person, nothing but her meal.
Except. Midway through, her own skull tail, limp on the floor alongside her, slithers over Basil's, curled about the flower-like ending tip. It's not a conscious action at all, but when she slows, eyes wide and wet, she does not remove it. ]
You...s-saved me, [ Max's voice comes out in a croak of a whisper. The lower half of her face is stained in red, blood dripping from her fangs and eyes fully yellow instead of their cool blue.
Saying it out loud feels like it's going to break her heart. She really isn't used to it. People coming through for her. ]
cw: extreme gore/cannibalism cont
It stains her paw pads red as Basil's little hands.
For a Waldgeist, it seems meat is the ultimate cure-all.
It's most of the corpse fragments that Basil brought back that Max devours. Maybe she should've left some for later, but it tastes best when it's fresh, and she does it rarely enough that...
That it's hard for her to hold back or even concentrate. Truly as soon as she gets going, her mind goes so blank it's like the music can't even affect it anymore, as all that's there is the rich, warm meat. No place, no person, nothing but her meal.
Except. Midway through, her own skull tail, limp on the floor alongside her, slithers over Basil's, curled about the flower-like ending tip. It's not a conscious action at all, but when she slows, eyes wide and wet, she does not remove it. ]
You...s-saved me, [ Max's voice comes out in a croak of a whisper. The lower half of her face is stained in red, blood dripping from her fangs and eyes fully yellow instead of their cool blue.
Saying it out loud feels like it's going to break her heart. She really isn't used to it. People coming through for her. ]