A dagger, its edge chipped, as if driven into the hardest bone. It feels no pain, understands no cause. It …
A dagger, its edge chipped, as if driven into the hardest bone.
It feels no pain, understands no cause.
It only knows that every two-legged intruder carries a captivating scent.
The emotion humans call "fear" nourishes its bones, oils its joints.
It draws near instinctively, unfolding its bone-bloom.
Even with blades in its body, it feasts eagerly on fresh flesh.