...but for the last time.[Xe, sera, Harps, Esfiel]

[Satra]

Waffles let out a strangled cry as the raptor-like screech caused his ears to ring and the talons from his predator punctured his skin. It hurt too much to scream any more, so he just cried hoarsely and flattened his ears to his head as things he didn't fully understand happened around him. They argued amongst each other and the talons never left his side.

Is this is? Is this finally going to be over?

A little part of him understood fully and was at peace. Well, the thought of being painfully ripped apart did not appeal to her. Just because she wanted it to be over, didn't mean that any old method would do. She was still a Queen, after all. While Waffle's mind was overwhelmed and locked up, she was able to suggest a few choice words into his addled mind that would hopefully get her what she wanted.

"Break the neck," the voice did not come out as calm as she felt, but a panicked vessel was what she had to work with, "that way I cannot fight. Severe the cord at the back."

That was all she could get out before Waffles' conscious mind threw her spirit back into the "repressed" pile. It was almost as if two people were inhabiting the body, instead of one spirit imprisoned by a handicapped mind. In the shadow of his subconscious, she waited, hoping not to be found before it was too late.

[carcinoGeneticist]

There was so much going on. So much noise, so much excitement. Her brothers were crowding her, making her feel tense and nervous. Her claws clenched around the feline's body and she hissed softly, nerves getting the best of her. The hair and feathers along her back stood on end, bristling with anxiety.

It was too loud.

There was too much for her, she didn't know what to focus on.

The food was crying and screaming, her brothers were telling her what to do, how to deal with it.

But most of all, in the midst of all of that, she was hungry. That just seemed to be the most urgent feeling of them all, even throughout the nerves and panic and distress at the anger of her siblings.

She raised her eyes and looked at Cal, understanding. The prey was speaking, too... But that, she was certain, was her own imagination getting the best of her. It hadn't said anything like that before, why would it start now? It seemed even more unreal than most things. Her gaze turned back to the crying creature, and she regarded it carefully. One of her taloned paws reached out, almost stroking the head of the little Ace-thing. So hungry. All of them were. And this food was fresh and warm and wouldn't make their stomachs do flip-flops all throughout the night.

She lowered her beak, biting the neck at the base of the skull, feeling the body go limp beneath her. "We eat," she murmured, raising her head and looking at them, blood further coloring the point of her beak.

((I imagine we can wrap this up close. xD Thanks Satra for permissiooonnnn!))

[seraaches]

Hereli was baffled by the strange, almost calm voice that came out of the food's talk. He knew some foods could talk, but this one hadn't really seemed very good at it before, and now, suddenly, it sounded almost normal. How cool! If his tummy hadn't been so terribly empty, he might have been tempted to try to talk his siblings into keeping it as a pet!

Empty tummies, however, have a tendency to talk louder than curiousity. Cat killed it quickly and cleanly, and when she told them to dig in-- though not exactly in those words, though that's what Hereli expected her to say-- he carefully extended his head for a blue and white leg and tugged almost delicately on it, as though asking for permission for the limb.

He didn't want anymore fighting, after all, and they were all going to get to eat some, even if it wasn't much.