Blackfeather Woods to thirst, to crave

A spirit amongst the dark, the emeralds gazing through abyss can see the white blaring through. A divine smell, but tainted. They can see the disfigurement, like an imperfect hunt, and almost felt disgraced to be given someone's leftovers. However, their smell was of many, and smelled of the sweetened crave they so desired.

Feral, the beast only prowled when it came to the sins of gluttony and passion. Dripping from their lips, they hungered for the figures delicious curves. They looked so distracted, so unaware.. An easy target that the beast continued forward, hovering from behind as a growl lurched forward from their throat, echoing to the darkness.

Hungry.

They took a strike, a bite, somewhere, anywhere.

They're hungry.