I breath in heavly again, and still i feel nothing.
It goes through my throath, and sibles by my navel, the old axe wound giving little more than a small ache.
My meal.
I need it.
So i dig.
Where am I?
I know not.
But there's a meal nearby. I can feel it.
So i dig.
I dig and dig, my bare hands scooping out the black soil as if it was fresh butter.
Soon i find it.
Saliva starts to drop from my undermouth as i grasp the tender meat with one of my hands. As i shove it inside, the uppermouth mourns in agony.
Foolish.
The uppermouth is foolish.
I quickly seal it with one of my hands and keep eating with the other.
There was only little meat. Too many worms. The body was too small. I need more.
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I see the scene under myself in pain and disbelief.
What have i become?
What have i done to myself?
The fresh grave defiled, the infant's body eaten in a mix of nauseating worms.
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Still, my body craves for it.
I wish never to have been born for the thousanth time. I wish to have died before anything was done. Before i did all i did.
Still, wishing is never enough.
If only my throath wasn't so badly wounded, then maybe i could do something about myself.
Still, i can't do more than produce those weird sounds. And even that the horrendous body i have created for myself will make me stop.
The callous and thick hands cover my mouth as i murmur.
I could try to cast another spell on myself, but, still, all which could happen would be for it to be repelled again.
I regret the impulsiveness. I regret the pain. I regret. Please let me die.
Please let me die already!
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The stupid head keeps murmuring.
I need more food.
I need it to be silent. So i cover it again.
It's time to hunt.
There's prey.
I can smell it.
Urine. Sweat.
This way.
Big prey.
I stalk on the shadows. It can hurt me.
But i shall attack first.
I bite the neck.
it tries to scape. I bite harder. The hoves give up, and i scope the inside.
The blood is silver. I shove the nose on my undermouth. It's so good.
I chew.
Noise!
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The beast starts eating again.
Nothing can stand on it's way. It isn't hellish, even if it is grotesque. The pure silver blood of the unicorn can't do a thing to it. It can't be purified. It can't be corrupted. It just is what it is.
The pure being is being eaten.
Suddenly. The beast makes a move.
A young boy.
A young centaur boy.
Run!
I try to say, but i cannot utter a word.
Soon we are on top of it.
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Hahaha.
HAHAHAHA.
My dick.
I take it off and shove it.
I shove it inside.
It's warm.
The undermouth nibbles on the flesh.
It screams as i shove it deeper.
I can feel it rip.
It's ripping as i nibble.
It screams so good.
An arrow sticks to my hide.
I don't mind it.
I shove my hips further in. It rips a larger hole. I can feel the beat on the tip.
Ah.
It beats. It beats so good.
Scream more. Make it beat more!
It's stopping to move.
A spear is shoved against the blobs on my fat. It can't hurt me.
I take the young boy and hold it's flank with my two hands.
I suspend it on the air and rub it. Rub it in the dick.
The dick pulsates. It is getting hungry.
The undermouth bites the kids head. The dick starts to melt the inside.
I'm slurping. I'm slurping it.
The insides melt. The undermouth eats the head. The dickpores suck the insides.
The spear breaks on my hide.
I look.
A female.
The undermouth grims.
I take it's head.
The side dick is hungry as well.
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Please.
I repent.
Please.
I repent!
Still, there's no salvation.
No more.