Just Run Away Now;; Sep

[Jiyu Simul Stamus]

Large ears perked when she suddenly heard a voice in the middle of using one of her unsheathed paws to rip open the corpse further so she could get to the good parts first. Oh gosh, it had been so long since she had eaten with everything that had been going on she had been unable to get away to make the kill necessary to feed herself. Backing up slightly her head turned quickly to look at what had spoken, her mind still a little foggy. Mouth hanging open a few scraps of what may have been liver fell from her mouth, plopping onto the ground being joined by the drops of fresh blood from her muzzle. Too much, this was all too much, if she was capable she would have made some excuse to convince him this was not what it looked like. However, the calico was not that sort, all she could do now was figure out how to deal with the fact that now the Pharaoh of her group knew what she ate. Over her years of life, she had grown experienced with convincing the rest of those around her that she ate normal prey, even occasionally choking down a sparrow or such to further the illusion. He wouldn't fall for the illusion she managed anymore.

"Of course you didn't. How many of our fellow Roses do you think would honestly feel safe with me around if everyone knew." she kept it hidden for a reason, though she had not understood why until a conversation long past where someone pointed out to her that she could only do her job if everyone felt 'safe' around her. "I can't stop." most cannibals did have some twisted reason for it, enjoyed the fact that they ate the meat of their own species. However, she couldn't have him thinking she actually liked feline meat, though it tasted better to her than it would to him, since her taste buds had adjusted over time to the diet. "Normal prey does nothing but ease hunger, I get nothing from it. Eventually I can't even eat it without my body rejecting it." she recalled a few times were she had to excuse herself quickly from those around her because she had over estimated her ability to choke down normal prey and needed to throw it up somewhere out of sight.

He was going to want more than that, her being a cannibal could be very dangerous for those around them, she was no stranger to that, which was why she went far away to hunt most times. "I tried to stop around seven years ago sometime after I first joined." However, her attempt had not lasted long at all as her adoptive father within the group had known and dragged one of the fresher mess hall corpses to her when she was no longer able to move due to starvation she had not seen coming back then. "If I don't eat the meat of other felines, I slowly starve. One's diet for over seven years can't be changed just because they don't live that way anymore." it had originally been just part of her training, something she did without questioning it because that had been her purpose. By the time she was capable of making the choice of wanting to try stopping? Her body was psychically incapable of sustaining itself without the meat of other felines, it just couldn't take in nutrition from normal prey.

He had been the one to interact with Painted for the longest, hear most of the ghosts comments. What did he think of everything that had been said now that he knew she had to eat her own kind? Let alone how long she had been doing it. "He proved himself to be a threat to the group, I didn't hunt on our territory I don't do that, nor do I eat here it's too dangerous for me. I haven't gotten away to hunt recently, I started eating him because I'm already starving." it was the truth she detested eating on the territory because of how dangerous it was. Especially if she happened to kill the wrong cat for food and someone seeking revenge found the group. "She didn't come because I ate her." With what he had just found out he had to be thinking that Painted had been seeking revenge for being eaten, but that just wasn't true. "I couldn't eat her." the sadistic feline had been pretty much the only one she didn't eat to some degree. Stating that she hadn't eaten the ghost should be enough right? He couldn't expect her to just tell him about her past.

Looking at the body briefly she looked back at him. "Also I don't feel, I was raised not to." Yet, how she protected them said different. If she didn't care? She wouldn't hunt outside the territory. If she was just out for herself, she wouldn't have broken down a burning door. Certainly, her statement looked true if someone only glanced at what she presented, but her actions most of the time spoke to the opposite.