08-18-2019, 12:57 PM
// tw for gore and disturbing images!
It was well known amoung her peers that Vathmos was constantly hungry, and only left her cabin at night for the sole purpose of hunting. The hyena constantly searched for food at night,
ranging from raccoon to deer, and never returning to camp until she met her full. Vathmos had to eat roughly twenty pounds of meat to feel full, and whatever was left over, she would spend the rest of the night dragging back to camp. There was always a trail of blood in and out of Vathmos' home, and it smelled of meat inside. Vathmos only threw out maggot-infested meat. If times were more desperate, she would have eaten it anyway, but food was more bountiful here and Vathmos never shared.
She was excited, of course, when she came upon the dead cow, the carcass a distance from the farm. She sniffed it, wondering what it died from. It wasn't another animal- perhaps a disease. She thought about it for a moment, then decided her stomach could probably take it. She leaned down, beginning to bite and tear at the cow's side, biting through the skin and ripping it back. She began to feast on its body, ripping and licking away the meat, chewing on it with hardy bites. Vathmos' maw and front was slowly covering in blood, her body beginning to crackle with electricity in her frenzied feast, until she was able to step inside the carcass, moving the entrails out of the way to get to the nice, juicy muscles. He stuck her nose under the skin, finding the round muscle from the thighs and pulling it out. It was a tough muscle, as it got a lot of work. It made it chewy, and hard to swallow, but she was too ravenous in her lust to think about it.
Vathmos sat down inside the carcass, beginning to chew and hurriedly swallow, but stopped as she felt it seize in her throat. Her body stopped crackling, Vathmos stumbling out of the carcass and onto the ground, her body heaving as she attempted to throw up the piece of meat. She was choking, and a sense of fear came over her.
It was well known amoung her peers that Vathmos was constantly hungry, and only left her cabin at night for the sole purpose of hunting. The hyena constantly searched for food at night,
ranging from raccoon to deer, and never returning to camp until she met her full. Vathmos had to eat roughly twenty pounds of meat to feel full, and whatever was left over, she would spend the rest of the night dragging back to camp. There was always a trail of blood in and out of Vathmos' home, and it smelled of meat inside. Vathmos only threw out maggot-infested meat. If times were more desperate, she would have eaten it anyway, but food was more bountiful here and Vathmos never shared.
She was excited, of course, when she came upon the dead cow, the carcass a distance from the farm. She sniffed it, wondering what it died from. It wasn't another animal- perhaps a disease. She thought about it for a moment, then decided her stomach could probably take it. She leaned down, beginning to bite and tear at the cow's side, biting through the skin and ripping it back. She began to feast on its body, ripping and licking away the meat, chewing on it with hardy bites. Vathmos' maw and front was slowly covering in blood, her body beginning to crackle with electricity in her frenzied feast, until she was able to step inside the carcass, moving the entrails out of the way to get to the nice, juicy muscles. He stuck her nose under the skin, finding the round muscle from the thighs and pulling it out. It was a tough muscle, as it got a lot of work. It made it chewy, and hard to swallow, but she was too ravenous in her lust to think about it.
Vathmos sat down inside the carcass, beginning to chew and hurriedly swallow, but stopped as she felt it seize in her throat. Her body stopped crackling, Vathmos stumbling out of the carcass and onto the ground, her body heaving as she attempted to throw up the piece of meat. She was choking, and a sense of fear came over her.
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