PHOEBE
Whatever was bubbling in the pot smelled awful to Phoebe’s blighted senses as she sniffed at it, hoping to have put this Remi at ease enough to get what she really wanted. The blonde sat on a chair, staying back away from the stove as she did so. Pim stayed just outside, watching Remi with equal wariness, falling silent as his companion selected her target. She was stupid and would have to learn the hard way like a little hatchling.
As Remi tended to the stew, conjuring bowls and ladles, focused on his work, she made her move. Shoes slid off easily as she silently tiptoed behind him, before leaping up, hands trained towards his neck and throat, hoping to catch and strangle the life from him, teeth barred to sink into delicious flesh.
As Remi tended to the stew, conjuring bowls and ladles, focused on his work, she made her move. Shoes slid off easily as she silently tiptoed behind him, before leaping up, hands trained towards his neck and throat, hoping to catch and strangle the life from him, teeth barred to sink into delicious flesh.
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
