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Mysterious Lobby }|{ Assumed Afternoon }|{ {24}
Mysterious Lobby }|{ Assumed Afternoon }|{ {24}
Fight, fight and kill!
The fuzzy feeling in the Riolu's head is getting worse as he sinks his yellow teeth deeper into the thick muscle under the grey skin. The thick bands of muscle are like armor protecting the tastier organ meat but if he digs his teeth in deeper he can feel his bite severing through the fibers. Blood bubbles up from the severed veins, trickling down his skin and wetting the fur there into matted spines. His untrimmed nails dig into the slate colored skin, holding the body still as he tilts his head to the side.
The four crested points of his carnassial teeth are made for this task, he bites hard and grinds his jaws together, shearing the meat from the bone and tugging backwards.
The flesh rips and drips blood onto the floor as Taph struggles to get a firm grip. His teeth clench tightly around the bloody morsel.
He worries at the meat and roughly jerks his head backwards. The flesh tears and pulls away from the Machamp's body. Growling he shakes his head from side to side. The strings of flesh holding the lump of muscle attached stretch then snap and leave the undead Riolu with a tasty lump of meat large enough to get his jaw around.
He grabs it in his blue furred paws, now the same bright red from the fresh body, and bites down hard. Wrenching his head to the side he pulls loose a chunk of flesh small enough to fit into his mouth and chews the tough muscle hard. He barely manages to dent the tough meat, especially with his newly missing tooth, and swiftly swallows the lump of flesh before viciously tearing off a new bite.
This isn't an attack against an enemy anymore. This is an undead feeding. His paws are covered in the crimson blood sluggishly flowing from the open wound, the fur around his snout already matted and wild.
He digs his face into the open wound, flesh squishing wetly around his paws. His teeth snap for a grip on the wet muscle underneath and slowly Taph realizes that he isn't being brave any more. He wasn't helping his friends, he wasn't fighting.
They had won, the bad monster was dead. He wasn't hurting it any more so why did he still have the taste of blood in his mouth.
The young Riolu pulls backwards. The wound left on the Machamp's body hadn't been left by him, he had just driven his teeth into it.
The fighting type's head lolls back, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, oblivious to the trickles of blood running down it's blue-grey skin. If it was dead and they had won what was he doing?
Taph stumbles backwards, feeling as if for the first time the still warm blood dripping from his chin. What was he doing, what was he turning into.
He turns towards Mathias and Glass, mouth open to say something anything and a small piece of Machamp meat falls out onto the floor.