Deepwood Weald feel loneliness as a predator

short post is short. T-T

Kerberos tears another chunk from the liver, attention divided between the stranger and his meal. Though it is the stranger that currently holds they higher ratio of the Aok’s attention. As much as Kerberos would like to enjoy his meal it’s not the succulent and forbidden pomegranate that he so desires. It’s mediocre. Yet, it is still edible, it is still meat and some sort of meat is better than no meat at all. It sustains him just the same and he supposes that it’s rude to look a gift horse in the mouth — or more accurately a gift deer. A gift reluctantly given but a gift nevertheless. “Then I will take the compliment so that you may tell me what it is you truly want?” Kerberos inquires after he tears and devours yet another chunk of meat, sea-green gaze sweeping over the stranger in a brief assessment.