jacksoncarver:
He was coated from head to toe in the blood of his feast, his stomach almost feeling that it might burst from the seams, and yet still as empty and starving as though he hadnât so much as seen a bite to eat in months. It was always the worst part of his affliction; satisfaction was so close, and yet the moment he reached it, it was torn from his grasp and dangled just out of reach. Nothing in any world would change that, but as unfortunate as his life had become, he couldnât deny that his frenzy had improved his condition. Now, instead of literally being on the cusp of starving to death, he was only forced to deal with a phantom feeling of the disease.Â
It wasnât perfect by any means, but such was life.
His satiation was, however, slightly impeded by his environment. The oh-so-inviting stench of death and blood and fear, the electric presence of chaos⌠all of it bombarded his senses and battered against a more predatory part of him. That instinctual side of him wouldâve liked nothing more than to tear through the rest of the building, devouring all of its inhabitants and laying waste to anything he couldnât stuff down his throat. Unfortunately, it wasnât a viable option, and so instead of giving in he sat uncomfortably while he was reminded of the demonâs presence. Something about her lustful appreciation of his kills made him feel⌠uncomfortable.Â
After a momentâs hesitation, he finally answered. âIt was⌠good, yeah,â he said, a guarded expression working its way onto his face. âI wonât need to feed again for another week or so, I donât think.â If he played his cards right and was able to gorge himself on animal flesh, he might even be able to sustain himself for longer. Not that it was likely, given how easily his instincts managed to take hold of him. After all, heâd only meant to eat one or two of the humans Shuten had provided⌠not the near dozen heâd consumed. âWhen did you say you wanted payment?â
The demon was still riding off her high from Jackâs feeding. She sat down a little more comfortably in front of him, still looking over his bloodied appearance. It was.... it was something else for her. To see a wendigo feed in such a frenzied manner. Shuten hummed softly before nodding lightly. âYouâre welcome to come by again if youâd like... It was truly an experience watching you...â she murmured lowly.
Tapping her lips, the demon gave Jack a rather crooked smile. âWell, I did say you owed me a kiss. Isnât it fair that I get one at least before you leave? Just for... feeding you. After all, you donât even have to clean this mess up,â she remarked, gesturing towards the torn cages and blood splatters on the floor and walls. âJust a simple one. I wonât ask for it again.â
âIâll let you know when Iâm going hunting though, so youâll come along. That was our agreement, yes?â Shuten reminded, her eyes flickering with something dangerous behind them. If anything, she hated nothing more than being cheated out of her deals. And she thought she gave Jack a rather generous offer, given that she was giving up a wendigo for her collection.














