chomp chomp -- open

[roman]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 600px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]Time for immortals passes differently. Although the sun rises and falls day after day, it's not like Fish pays attention to it. Sometimes she sleeps for days, weeks at a time. Other times, she stays awake for just as long. The monstrous creature often forgets that regular people adhere to mortal schedules, their bodies blossoming and then rotting just like a flower would. She does not realize that her "brief" absences might span several lifetimes of her favorite little fleshies. Oh well, loss of life has never bothered her before. Especially since she so often dines on the swamp's residents. A plump cat is like a delicacy compared to the slimy stinky fishies she usually sustains herself with. But nothing is better than a gator. It's like chicken...but better.

At this current point in time, the massive, scaly beast is hunkered over a freshly slaughtered alligator. Slaughtered, not killed. Slaughtered, because several of the limbs are missing and the skull has been crushed. But Fish seems unfazed by the gruesome scene, and busies herself by tearing the thick hide and plucking off the tender flesh within. "Yummy, yummy, in my tummy~" cackles the ghostly beast in a singsong voice. Blood saturates her muscular body, though it's nigh impossible to discern from her oily black scales which constantly shift and shine to match the murky color of her surroundings. There is nothing more Tanglewood than a monster shredding apart one of the most prolific predators native to the area.