[Salone]

Na'lsa gazed upon the creature that was Asasiah in what could only be described as...admiration. His eyes were that of a hungry predator who had found a large carcass both fresh and untouched. With a quiver to his voice, he addressed her.

"An endless bounty of raw meat and power is...a dangerous thing, to present one of the Gluttonous. But a welcome thing...to...to..."

He trailed off, admiring her skin once again and how easily it was plucked, like strawberries in a garden. How welcomed it had been. How it had not resulted in death or pain or dismemberment. He could quickly see how he might be consumed with the act of constantly devouring her very being. After a moment he shook his head, putting himself back on task.

"You are very easily an addiction. I agree to your terms. The body is to be shared, and to be eaten alive. I...I..."

Na'lsa stopped. And then he screamed.

His insides once again felt as if they were warring against each other. Flesh burned hot and his blood felt as if it was actually boiling in his veins. Great blackened bones ripped their way out of his back, arching at angles halfway through their length. Twisted and charred, they spread further as he fell to his knees, screaming in an incoherent babble. Each spread five feet in directions opposite of each other, splaying out as if they were the templates for wings wrought from bone. For a moment, they teetered. And then they collapsed in on themselves, and the horrific appendages went racing back beneath his skin.

Na'lsa stared at the ground with wide eyes. For the moment all the demon of Hunger could do was pant. He forced his borrowed heart to slow, racing now after his...ordeal. Raising his head slowly, he locked eyes with the being that was Asasiah. And now when he spoke, it was in a haggard and tired tone.

"Pray tell, what exactly are you?"