Luneshale Pass Black moon

pupils constricted as he lounge, the bed of royalty no different than the platter she feast on now. 

she wondered for a moment what the flesh of wolf might taste like. rotten and sour, she imagined. 

feathers ruffled as she stepped away from the feast before her, appetite sated.

he spoke of destruction, and she answered with a crooked smile. destruction was favorable when the cities that fell belonged to that of her enemies. 

"devilish beasts with a pretty smile. they'll come to warm your bed just to slit your throat as you sleep."

the toy figurines in her mind took a step closer together.