Greatwater Lake mephisto

the scent of fresh blood drew her attention soon enough. attached to the limp white body was the familiar shape of the tarnished man, gilded in silvers; he dropped the offering as one might bequeath a sacrifice to a volcano: hastily, and with a great skittering away from the possible results. zharille was upon it within seconds.

it was fresh and hot, and satisfying. she tore in to the rabbit without compunction. flaying parts, wasting little. the pelt of the thing was ruined by the end of it, with only the little head leftover, which she sought to crush in her molars whle the ears flopped about like trampled weeds.

having gorged herself, she was in high spirits - and looked eagerly upon the man as if this had been her intent all along, to see him again!