Barrow Fields death becomes you

@Kaori ♥ SURE WHY NOT LET’S ADD ANOTHER PRETTY, BLUE-EYED GIRL TO THE MIX

The ragged eidolon shuffled north, toward the crash of the sea. The constant sensation of unfamiliarity had swiftly become the one thing he could count on. He had found the blue-eyed girl, but he could not trust that She was real. Still, he thought of Her with an obsessive air, turning Her over in his mind, recalling Her wretched, cosmic blue eyes and Her slim runner’s frame. The nagging feeling that he was forgetting or overlooking something desperately important assailed him again, and he raged against it; but the fates were kind to him today, and his baleful, wild gaze fell upon the cracked and soured carcass of some medium-sized ungulate. At this point, his gut was so sorely in need of sustenance he could’ve made a protein shake from turpentine — and he fairly threw himself at the cavernous rib cage, cracking a bone between his teeth to suck and lick at the sparse marrow, consumed. Shards of bone splintered his gums, his lips, and a froth of blood flecked his frowning mouth, but he could not be stopped. A sound like a moan bubbled in his throat, became a snarl.

He sank his aching teeth into a thin shred of sinew and thrashed his head maniacally until finally it was torn from the bone it clung to — and he ground it between his molars with a vengeful air. It did not satisfy the need, but there was comfort in the monotonous rhythm of ripping, gnawing, and filling his empty stomach — even if all he had was scraps.