[ The dragon rejoices. Finally, finally, the aggressive need to hunt is satiated. Finally, it won't lash out at friends or allies, won't catch an unintended target in the crossfire.
That is all that's on the forefront of Max's mind, as blood slides down her jaws, her chest-mouth licking up anything that her muzzle and mandibles miss. An almost giddy sense of fulfillment, because she's free, at last, her brain reaches a zen calm that she doesn't think she's ever felt before. The strange sense of loss that started when the strange figure that passed through her is gone as well. Her beating heart is full, her body rejuvenated.
A piece of flesh catches in her teeth, just as she has the passing thought—and now, I won't hurt Basil—
And it all comes crashing down.
With a start, Max gasps, because she recalls Basil is there, watching, keeping her prey still with his vines. And she recoils, shaking claws and trembling jaw withdrawing. The panic overwhelms the endorphins flooding her, leaving Max a mess of mixed signals. She loses her footing, leaving the boy—the body, slightly withered, a hole in his chest like—
Leaving it supported solely by Basil's will alone.
Bloody snout first, Max turns her guilty, horrified gaze to him. ]
I'm- I didn't- it just- I c-couldn't stop—
[ Sorry, doesn't cover it. Between this and the others, the roasted corpses that she left on the sidewalk.
Everything she's put him through tonight.
It would figure when she's the one with the hunting instincts, it all goes terribly wrong. ]
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cw: cannibalism, gore
Date: 2023-08-23 12:57 am (UTC)That is all that's on the forefront of Max's mind, as blood slides down her jaws, her chest-mouth licking up anything that her muzzle and mandibles miss. An almost giddy sense of fulfillment, because she's free, at last, her brain reaches a zen calm that she doesn't think she's ever felt before. The strange sense of loss that started when the strange figure that passed through her is gone as well. Her beating heart is full, her body rejuvenated.
A piece of flesh catches in her teeth, just as she has the passing thought—and now, I won't hurt Basil—
And it all comes crashing down.
With a start, Max gasps, because she recalls Basil is there, watching, keeping her prey still with his vines. And she recoils, shaking claws and trembling jaw withdrawing. The panic overwhelms the endorphins flooding her, leaving Max a mess of mixed signals. She loses her footing, leaving the boy—the body, slightly withered, a hole in his chest like—
Leaving it supported solely by Basil's will alone.
Bloody snout first, Max turns her guilty, horrified gaze to him. ]
I'm- I didn't- it just- I c-couldn't stop—
[ Sorry, doesn't cover it. Between this and the others, the roasted corpses that she left on the sidewalk.
Everything she's put him through tonight.
It would figure when she's the one with the hunting instincts, it all goes terribly wrong. ]