Luneshale Pass Black moon

had she known of his thoughts and the way he claimed her as his, she would have aimed to claw out those pretty eyes of his. 

but she did not. she knew only of his invitation and of the ripe meat set out on the finest of platters. 

resigned eyes swept the surroundings for any sign of trickery or foul-play before she descended from the empyrean. her gaze beheld his in piercing sight, heart striking at the wall of her chest as she breathed in the aroma of death. 

silent in her study as she danced about the torn flesh, gaze breaking to pluck at the offering laid before her.