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Aza Iriq Lynel ([personal profile] steppechild) wrote in [community profile] museboxofmuses 2019-11-12 08:48 am (UTC)

Prometheus watched Hythlodaeus and Hades rock together in the hammock, a strange feeling bubbling in his stomach. It was probably hunger cramps, but it made him briefly lose his appetite, whatever it was.

"Hm," he said vaguely, ducking his head and focusing on eating his meal before it went to waste. He started on the soft parts, guzzling up all the organs, using his powerful wings to move the carcass as needed to get a better angle, occasionally cracking the ribcage open wider.

He went on like that, devouring the carcass - bones, pelt and all - until nothing was left but bloodstains on the sand. He exhaled heavily when he was done, feeling stuffed and bloated - but satisfied. With that, if he didn't hibernate again, he wouldn't need to eat for a week. He cleaned the blood off his snout and claws, giving his wings a bit of a shake to dislodge sand from the furred membrane, before heaving himself to his feet.

He lumbered over to Hythlodaeus and Hades's hammock, sitting down heavily once he reached it and rested his head on Hades's belly, snout pressed against Hythlodaeus's side.

"M'stuffed..." he mumbled.


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