[Salone]

"Blood flow..."

The eyes of Lev's body studied the other bodies that were approaching. Na'lsa knew there was something off about them. What it was, he did not know. But it mattered not. They were weak. Weakness was not going to get far on the journey his flock had to make. The weak had to be culled. Thrown in to the fire that fueled the progress of his pilgrimage. And he had taken control of his body for a while now. The hunger inside him was growing. And the more it grew, the less control he exerted over his more base desires.

"We can possibly take you, wretch. But before the offer is considered, I require...flesh. I require a donation. I am hungering..."

His eyes rolled briefly before he snapped back to himself, having to swallow spit from salivating at the thought of fresh flesh.

"I require something up front. A warm body to sacrifice. Otherwise, this body I occupy will either regain control and attempt to destroy you, or I will be forced to eat you myself unless something is given to satiate this hunger."