๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐: @lunarlupine crunch. bone Gives Way Under Your Hands As They Dig Into The Chest Cavity. Thereโs A Process To This. There Always Is. You Crack The Ribcage Open And Your Claws Grasp The Pusher And Tug. The Blood Is Warm Against Your Skin. fangs Sink Into The Muscle And Tear. As You Swallow, The Hunger Starts To Fade. Finally. youโve Been Hungry For So Long. Why Not Indulge This Time? crunch. your Fangs Are Perfect For This. For Ripping And Tearing And Devouring. For Cracking Bones Like Dry Sticks As You Rend The Flesh From Them. Your Claws, Sharp And Deadly Things That They Are, Are Also Meant For This. Perfected Weapons To Carve Open The Skin So You Can Get To Those Organs You Crave. The Liver Is So Rich You Wonder How Youโve Stayed Away From The Taste Until Now. youโre Here For Hours. feasting. finally Sating The Hunger That Crawls Through Your Pan. crunch. ganderbulbs Are Slimy. Orbs That Pop Under Your Fangs As You Bite Down. You Like The Sensation. You Donโt Eat The Thinkpan. you Never Do. your Meal Is Finished And You Stand Slowly. purple Blood Stains Your Hands And Face, Much Like The Snow Around You. fresh Snowfall. your Tracks Will Be Gone Within The Hour. if Anyone Finds The Remnants Of Your Meal, Theyโll Assume A Clown Got Eaten By A Wild Lusus. you Wipe Your Mouth And Head For The River To Clean Up. feet Crunching Against The Snow. that Hunger Sated. for Now. #gore #cannibalism #death #nsfwe the Hunger Always Returns. ๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐ https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1faipqlsekfh6j2vgskoqsezds9n0t5tnb8gtkihiapootjcd9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=header
You Can't Escape This.
Maybe, But At One Point It Was You...just Remember That.
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