PHOEBE
Phoebe’s head shot up, wide-eyed and feral upon hearing someone speak. Her blackened gaze caught on a woman – Ashetta – her mind pulled from the depths of her memories. But Phoebe didn’t like the way the woman moved. She stalked, low and predatory, not coming closer but certainly not leaving. It made her lip curl as she growled out a warning. This was her meal. Pim had helped her catch it. She couldn’t have it. Pim joined her, wings splaying out so he appeared even larger as he roared at the other woman who might try and take his companion’s kill.
Quickly, Phoebe set to devouring the pheasant, still warm and limp, blood and blackened blight dripping down her chin onto her dress. It was delectable, much better than any of the prepared meals others had tried to make her eat in recent days. Still, her eyes remained locked on the other woman as she ate as quickly as she could.
Quickly, Phoebe set to devouring the pheasant, still warm and limp, blood and blackened blight dripping down her chin onto her dress. It was delectable, much better than any of the prepared meals others had tried to make her eat in recent days. Still, her eyes remained locked on the other woman as she ate as quickly as she could.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
