Hunger comes quickly and refuses to let go even as you dive to a lower altitude! A proper meal would hit the spot… maybe one of those big things that Volka is, or a pack of whatever The Snack is supposed to be? Tracking down prey was easy when you were in the city, but here?

Well, you’d be lying if you didn’t appreciate the quiet, but it’s not exactly teeming with meal options!

… wonder what an Anton would taste like? Probably gamey and stringy based on what you’ve seen of the miserable wretch. You’d be lying if you weren’t curious about a new species, though…

It’s then that you hear it: something big and clumsy trotting through the thick underbrush below. Twigs crunching. Ferns rustling.

Either it’s too stupid to know better, or it’s big enough to not consider anything a threat… both fairly common stories in CHAA’TAI.

The air stings your cheeks as you pick up speed in your descent–by the time you can hear the trees rustling in the wind you’ve already clocked your prey’s speed and direction. Now it’s just a matter of…

A shrill squeal pierces the canopy as your quarry finally senses your rapid approach! Too little, too late! Descending upon them like a mighty raptor, you grin in defiance as you feel a shower of rough spines hit your face. The defense might’ve worked against other predators, but you?

You’re something special.

The beast’s backbone buckles under you as you crash into it at terminal velocity–your prey barely letting out a baleful whine before you tear into its warm, inviting flesh!

The beast’s blood sizzles against your skin as you gorge yourself on the fresh kill–its tender meat and juicy fat practically dripping off the bones as you feel a familiar euphoria wash over your body… your eyes roll back, your heartbeat quickens, your-

“Can we skip this bit?”

Now it’s TT’s turn to piss of Rezzie, apparently. Shooting a menacing glare at the Durher, the devil answers her through clenched, and clearly irritated teeth!

“But it’s the BEST PAAAAAARTT!”

We’re glad she’s having fun, you interject with a placating tone, but just for future reference, Rez: friends don’t fantasize about eating other friends.

The demon scoffs. “So what, you want me to just lie about not wanting to sample your no-doubt delectable flesh?”

Yea, you reply, that’s… that’s what you were getting at, yea.

“Interesting question, though, isn’t it?” Muses Volka as she rubs her chin in thought! “Like, whaddaya’ think you taste like, TT?”

“Hmmm…. Tender, definitely!” The Durher replies, smirking at the absurdity! “Ohh, and probably pretty rich, too–the smaller bites always are!” She shoots the Skog an appraising glance. “And ya’ know what, Volkie? I bet you’d be kinda tough on the outside, but dig a bit deep and-”

>CONTD.