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the skull was cold, and it was a strange sensation as iliksis worked himself inside of it. the manner in which he straddled over the putrid bone was most unceremonious - as if somehow, his hunched and contorted form added insult to what was already outright defilement.

he was not aware of euron's eyes, but he was aware of beruthiel's. he cast a long and slender ear backwards, his haunches still rocking with strained jolts into the ground. he turned to look at her, continuing his convulsion into the snow. she was thin, half starved -- and in her eyes was a frantic hunger that aroused iliksis far more than the inanimate skull ever could.

live wolf was a much more satiating fare than a bare skull; slowly he disentangled himself from the skull, though it was a reluctant gesture for the wind was quick to sting his exposed undersides. he would gladly offer up the skull if that was what beruthiel vied for -- he pulled back a few feet and circled her, sizing up whether or not she was vulnerable enough to risk taking down.