Blackfoot Forest MEET · Once In a Lifetime, The Suffering of Fools

Jinx.

She called from on high, and his ears swiveled atop his crown to cup her voice; the shaman listened, pausing in his systematic disemboweling of a large rat he had caught. The tiny thing squeaked and wriggled in his grasp, but Lecter would not spare its life, even if he moved already in the direction of the Bokor's summons.

Pointedly, he cleaved its spine with a savage tightening of his heavy jaws around its body; the rat gave up the ghost almost immediately, sagging in his maw as blood dripped from various punctures along its form. Swallowing the lushest of the droplets, the pale madman made his way to the gathering-place, where several others had already made themselves known to their porcelain goddess.

With a confidence he had not felt in some time, Lecter moved through the growing throng toward the foot of Jinx's throne. His icewater eyes raised, to meet the burning of her own gaze momentarily, before he let the rat drop from the clutch of his teeth into a crimson-soaked, wretched heap. An offering of fealty.

A small curve decorated the grim wolf's mouth as he turned then, to sit aside from the wolves of Bon Dye — he was at once both beside them, but distant.