Deepwood Weald the dirty [m]

No. There wasn't a doubt or second thought when it came to trying any type of mushroom. Fungi or vegetation never interested him after all, the thought disgusted him beyond all reasons and preferred the... bloodier types of food. The ones that came from living, breathing, thinking things. I'd much rather ingest it through you instead.

The other's tilt of the head looked well enough like an invitation to him. Exposing that neck, the vein within, such an easy target and all he had to do was lunge and grab hold! Slowly the pink muscle within its ivory cave slithered out and lapped up the saliva that pooled at the corners of his lips, hunger building the more he thought of it. 

I don't eat vegetation. He cooed finally, approaching the other a little more now as he drawn in, not wanting to think of the mushrooms anymore and was well... itching to be paid in full as they had previously agreed.