Sun Mote Copse gunship politico

she was hungry, and it showed -- anxiously she awaited her turn, and when it came she seized haunch with relish. she chewed like a fiend, and there was nothing graceful or beautiful about her then. it was as if some malignant shade had overcome her; all she could see and feel was the slip of red viscera, the iron tinge of blood.

after eating her fill she pulled back, settling out of the way to allow her comrades their turn. she would set to licking her limbs clean of her bloody work, sending long laps of her bright tongue down each slender limb. once all had eaten she would rouse them for a howl -- but for now, they would indulge in their well-deserved feast that molech had provided.