Ankyra Sound Perhaps for the best

the famine had claimed many, and this time, starvation claimed one of caiaphas' own.

it had been easy to consume the straggler; his face she did not know, though she came to know the taste of his flesh. he had been meat, not comrade. his bones had been committed to the same fate as any other prey's, and while she did not develop a taste for her kin, he had filled her belly and given her another day in which to claw life from.

but for rayen, there was not another day.

the siren queen inspected her solemnly, her stomach turned. a sour expression poisoned her dark countenance. this was a comrade -- a friend -- and the only solace caiaphas drew forth from rayen's death was the appearance it seemed she had not suffered. sick to her stomach the wretch paced, trepidation seizing her. she was hungry -- she was so hungry -- but for the first time in her life, the snake wrestled with her own conscience.