Make yourself useful, boy. Gather me skin.
The command set his skin aflame and heart pounding - mouthdried out in anticipation. Staring up at the other before him, Nuxlet out a small wheezing laugh. Detached and gleeful as he reacheddown to wrench a knife free from his boot. Clutching at it as if it werea life line.
When he looked back, his mouth was split into a wide, nasty grin.
“ Skin. Nothing but the freshest for you, ” his words were thin and hoarse,fingers rolling the blade erratically between them. Itching for carnageand the release of his inner madness. “ Plenty o’ meatbags to pluck from.In pieces or full for you? Only the best. ”








