Nocturne Summit Kurayami

The man smacked his lips as he began to lather his tongue across them, clearing away some of the steaming red from the entrails; he sank to his sharp little haunches and spat some of the mess out.

A song! Ah, I don't count myself a bard. Rules of the game say I get to keep my pull, and it's fine, I'm not so hungry. Besides, if what he'd heard tell of these prey beasts, there was disease running rampant through them. The less he had to eat of it, the better.

A good game though. And you didn't even wanna play! I had to talk you in to it. Tch. Kapros' tongue lolled from one side of his lengthy face for a moment, then he slurped it back in to his head and set about pecking at the entrails on the ground, using his paws to hold them in place while the rest of him contorted to pull them apart.

The strong taste of blood sausage filled his mouth to the molars, but he did not complain.