Can you please sit the fuck down?
Phynn had not expected to feel teeth sink into his boney back. His eyes widen as she shrieks maniacly. The pain that tears through his flesh, what feels like disolving flesh and bone, is far worse than starving to death (ad in this moment Phynn feels the very first, very small, pang of regret).
Phynn can feel his head growing light and foamy. Worms behind my eyes. He thinks with a little bemused smirk when Deimos grips him and then dropping him. The dark stallion can feel the others poisonous stink burning hi nostrils as he gulps at air desperately to claw back from the darkness that threatens to over take him.
But the hunger has awakened his senses. His immortality seizes his heart, forcing the blood to rush through engorged veins.
Before Phynn realizes it, blood from a fawn in the grass seeps into his skin, the soft belly tore open as he consumes entrails and bone aloke. The feral creature laughs and laughs and laughs into the darkness.
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When his belly is fat and his fur stained red, the hyena returns to the dragon man. Yellow eyes glitter in the now dark, watching the stallion closely without so much as a word, listening for his next direction with a lifted ear. After all, Phynn has swore himself to the dragon for eternity.
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