03-03-2023, 04:48 PM
METEOR
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Meteor’s eyes half-closed as he savored the sugary blood. Which was better, the flesh or the blood? He couldn’t decide. But this goopy cat was better than sugar-cured pork or honey-glazed salmon. The cosmos in his fur rippled as he lost himself in the syrupy red.
Sherbet’s question broke his concentration. The inquisitor’s golden gaze snapped back to the cat squished beneath his paws.
“Hm?” He licked his muzzle, scooping up the traces of blood into his mouth. How odd; when he ate his meals alive, they never asked questions. It was difficult enough to keep them immobilized and silent.
“I am the second in command of a cannibalistic cult.” He chuckled while he spoke. “My name is Meteor. And, if I am lucky, I will discover the flavor of your liver, your bones, and your heart.”
He opened his mouth, hesitated. The sounds of the battlefield roared around him; this was not the location to savor a divine meal. Besides, would he really want to eat the tastiest thing all in one sitting? Meteor’s tongue drew across a fang as he considered.
“I’ve kept my word, haven’t I? So I’ll offer you another deal. I’ll personally fly you to the Typhoon–” Gently, Meteor tapped the injured limb. “–in exchange for this leg. Now, I could take it. And more. But why should I eat you all at once? And what is the logic of taking a piece, only for you to die here?”
Meteor leaned down close to the captain, but not so close he was in range of the cat’s claws. “So, will I devour you whole here and now? Or will you take my deal?”
Sherbet’s question broke his concentration. The inquisitor’s golden gaze snapped back to the cat squished beneath his paws.
“Hm?” He licked his muzzle, scooping up the traces of blood into his mouth. How odd; when he ate his meals alive, they never asked questions. It was difficult enough to keep them immobilized and silent.
“I am the second in command of a cannibalistic cult.” He chuckled while he spoke. “My name is Meteor. And, if I am lucky, I will discover the flavor of your liver, your bones, and your heart.”
He opened his mouth, hesitated. The sounds of the battlefield roared around him; this was not the location to savor a divine meal. Besides, would he really want to eat the tastiest thing all in one sitting? Meteor’s tongue drew across a fang as he considered.
“I’ve kept my word, haven’t I? So I’ll offer you another deal. I’ll personally fly you to the Typhoon–” Gently, Meteor tapped the injured limb. “–in exchange for this leg. Now, I could take it. And more. But why should I eat you all at once? And what is the logic of taking a piece, only for you to die here?”
Meteor leaned down close to the captain, but not so close he was in range of the cat’s claws. “So, will I devour you whole here and now? Or will you take my deal?”
can't let the hands of time enslave us.
that's not how i'll go!
like the men we are
that's not how i'll go!
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