He focused on the snake with an intense nearly blind focus. His eyes were still glassed over as he wrenched the skin from the meat. Furiously he took the meat into his jaws and savored the flesh. The sensation brought him back to a center as it forced him to breathe.
He hadn't been shaken like that since... He glanced at the girl moving now to grab the little bag. Before he had found her, when his father slashed his face. Since losing Abaddon.
He had to find Abaddon, he had to find his Angel. Before anyone else hurt him before they mistook him for a slave girl. Abaddon was his. Abaddon was HIS! He was the most trusted devotee of the God-Prince Ultyr and he needed his Angel.
His breaths evened as he savored the snake flesh. The trembling of his body began to still and as he chewed he started to stretch and hang the skin up. They would come and retrieve it later. They needed to explore more and see what they could scrounge up.
He nodded his head to urge her to lead on. "What else can we find here." He growled at her, paying her little attention.
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