Hunger was never a good feeling in Torvas’ case, sadly this was a issue that ran into him a bit more often than he’d like. Torvas could feel his insides churn and rumble, demanding that his stomach be filled with something that could cease the pain. There weren’t that many animals that he could catch thanks to his condition, and when he moved the pain became even more unbearable than before.
Not even he could wish this suffering upon his most hated of enemies, no, never this pain was something not even a monster could stand.
Unable to take it anymore the corners of his mouth begin to fidget and bubble, as though something was trying to force its way out from its hidden jaws. Next his leather like skin that held itself together so cleanly had begun in the horrifying process of ripping itself apart in an even more eager manor than normal. The sound of flesh tearing would make anyone cringe if they were not used to it. Black tar that was his saliva pooled and from his now gaping jaws, long thick strands has dripped down to the pulsating hole within his chest. He huffed and sputtered, and a worm like tongue slither from the gaping depths of his mouth and hanged outside his mouth as though he was some kind of dog.
Then he collapsed face first into the dirt. Pitiful wails escaped its throat, inhuman but none the less helpless and frightened. Torvas couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to die where he laid if it meant for the pain to stop.
