With a decomposing angel in her jaws the demented beauty would slink forward. Maggots oozed from her angels body, dripping onto her paws as she walked, and they would burrow in her fur. Her angel had been so beautiful in its prime- the child with hair as fair as the night sky. But she’d died- like they always did. Jezebel must have loved her too much. She would place her angel gently on the ground, and whine pitifully as she nosed her. Her thin jaws would part, and she’d bite into her angel, using her paw to leverage the creature and she’d rip it’s limb from its body. As the decomposing fur slid away, giving way to the partially remaining muscle and tissue, the limb would detach- it’d been dead far too long to bleed. Woefully, she would chew on her angel’s leg, her teeth making morsels of the maggots that wiggled to escape being her dinner. Her teeth cracked and gnawed through the bones, filling the empty air around her with its desolate sounds. In short time, she’d move on from its leg- her jaws pulling at some of the rotting flesh, as she slowly destroyed her angels remains. ”Jezzy new angel needs.” She would whine, plaintively pawing at the remains of her darling. She’d scented wolves near here- perhaps they’d have angels for her to save. ”Angels- Jezzy loves Angels. Loves cuddles. Loves taste. No waste. Jezzy no waste.” She’d sing as she worked through the corpse of her beloved. Jezebel knew better than to waste.
