[Salone]

Na'lsa breathed heavily through his nose, feral desires taking over.

"I am not a gentle soul."

With that he plowed his head downward, hungry maw opening wide as teeth sank down on to her arm. With a sickening crunch he found bone and sinew. Sweet, sweet blood poured angrily into his mouth, accompanied by spatterings of skin tissue. He drank of her. He drank of her in a very enthusiastic manner. And as he drank, he...changed.

In a moment that felt like he had to tear his will away from his very skeleton, Na'lsa willed himself to stop. Releasing her mangled arm, he pushed her gently away. The blood that drained down his throat set his insides afire, yet he felt...calm. Cool. As pure and tranquil as a virgin spring. As...

As corrupted as a spring spoiled by invaders. Corpses soiling the pure water. Necrosis a stain on the healing pool. A thousand rocks thrown into the watery pit, the small ripples merging in to an angry roil. Why had this been done? Where was the tranquility? With eyes shut tight he reared his head back, screaming something to the heavens. Her blood mixed with his own as it was merely absorbed instead of digested, the two seeming to almost war. Bones from his back raised up, piercing skin. They arched back, beginning to spread outward inch by inch. With a great heave, they protruded just a bit further, then heaved their way back inside him. With a gasp he lurched forward, stumbling to maintain his balance.

"By the pit, what..."

There was nothing. He was calm again. Content. He was...satiated. There was no pain. There was nothing to even show what he felt had even happened. Like a board laid over a hole, his hunger was temporarily dealt with. Anything more might threaten the life of his donor. With a pained look he stared at her arm, showing...sympathy, compassion even. The look was odd, as if he had never moved the muscles needed for it in that order before.

"I am sorry. A being such as yourself should not be violated by my...hunger pains."