Darwin
H U N G ER
D E V O U R
Darwin only knew KILL. Hunger a famished, mindless need. No blood to be tasted on that cloth, no flesh torn between teeth. Only cloth, strips of it shredded and pulled until barely string was left. Fluttering like obsidian snow all around him, BLOOD ever constant in flared nares. So close, so much, it could be tasted. And yet that bloodlust never ceased, didn't calm.
Grew WORSE.
A flicker of motion behind torchlight. Just enough of a glimpse to know something was THERE. There was no time between the sight, the sound, and Darwin's movement. A lunge in that direction even as the flutter of wings replaced it. Bare feet unflinching against rocks and sharp stone, only one thing there in the Ancient's mind:
E A T
The pale shade of wings was enough, kept the Ancient's attention. Pupils expanded due to the low light, long legs extended their stride. Arms pumped or stretched ahead or sideways so that digits could grip stone and PULL, jaws open wide. Fangs eerily visible, spears of bone with bits of black cloth still attached to them, snapping, biting even though there was nothing there to feast upon. Snarls rising, deep within the chest of the monster. Horns scraped against the side of the cavern, a sound like stone cutting stone.
Each breath the huff of HUNGER, Darwin's focus upon BLOOD so mighty there was no true sense of direction. Only the attempt to get closer, to launch and REACH, trying to snatch the white crow from the air despite that she was far too high.
D E V O U R
