172 The Black Bird

Draig grasped the arm that had been torn from Hien by the Founder and stared at the small bit of ichor that pooled where it had laid.

A sensation he hadn't felt in some time began to bubble as he found himself drawn to his hands and knees in order to lick up the golden puddle as if he was a starving animal. It was fast as it was a meager amount but Draig's eyes dilated and he seemed as if he was an addict looking for his next hit but found nothing until his eyes were drawn to the arm.

'Just another taste won't hurt' thought Draig as his eyes seemed to glow with greed until the arm swung and slapped Draig with an all too familiar might.

Suddenly the fingers moved into a mouth shape and Feras's voice could be heard.

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