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↳ @mode--crasher
The Talon knelt on the ground next to the corpse of his fallen prey, digging into fatty flesh with razor sharp claws, ripping out chunks of thick flesh and muscles out from the thigh. Bringing the large portion of meat closer to his mouth he opened his jaws, reviling a set of large, shape teeth before he bit into it.
He hummed out, savoring the flavor as the blood coated his tongue, the warm liquid running down his throat and chin as he chewed.
He had cornered a lone man in the alley who was on his way home from work and heading back to his family. The man had begged and begged him to spare him, that he’d give him money for food, that he had a wife and little girl to go home too. He’d do anything to be spared his faith. Poor foolish thing, he didn’t even realize that he was the one on tonight’s menu. He almost felt bad for him. Almost.
Who was he kidding? Who in their right mind feels bad for their food?
Talon continued to eat the thick piece of thigh he had ripped out, burying his face in it, gripping the meat with his teeth and pulling small bite sized pieces off the larger. As he pulled back he let an animalistic like snarl. The blood continued to slid down his throat along with the bits of meat as he swallowed and he moaned as the meat and blood settled into his belly before going back and ripping the meat apart.
He was so focused on his meal that he let his guard drop– something he rarely ever does– and failed to notice he was being watched.
