[Salone]

"Remove thyself, child of...of..."

He trailed off. All at once, a scent flooded his nostrils. Sweet, succulent. An aroma not unlike mixed spices. His eyes rolled back in to his head as his more savage side surged to the forefront of his mind.

"Shall not. Waste not! Flesh! SWEET flesh!"

Na'lsa turned suddenly, leaping the small distance between him and the gory spectacle. In the swift motion his mouth had become a horrifying maw of jagged teeth, jaw unhinging and breaking apart to accept a larger quantity of meat as he dug in to the still warm body. His jaws latched on to the face of the aged priest, breaking and crushing both bone and tissue as he devoured him face first. His teeth became a whirlwind of jagged edges; a grinder of flesh in living form that let him quickly eat in to the old man. All semblance of his civility disappeared as blood poured forth, staining his body as he reveled in the gore. Gone was concern for the crucified. Gone was the worry of the previous meal. Gone was the threat of Kasdeja. All that existed was the body that he was compelled to consume.

Every pound of flesh brought forth a surge of power, a replenishment of that which he had expended. The rapidly forming pools of blood began to pulse with Na'lsa's heartbeat. The remaining skin began to ripple, almost as if it was anticipating its consummation. In mere minutes, the body would be gone. And until then, the Lion was drowned in the ecstasy of his unholy feast.