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[ Ozzy ]
With all of the binging and purging he was getting up to lately, Ozzy was feeling hungrier every hour. The glow hadn’t left his eyes in a couple of days, and he’d begun not quite paying attention to anything. Clicking his jaw a few times had proven dangerous the second that he’d caught wind of some poor soul.
He hadn’t even played a bit part to get his meal to listen, or to go with him, or any of that. Usually he liked to play the Actor, make himself feel all kinds of clever for tricking them into his jaws, but he was not in the headspace for it. The claws had been out, and the second that he had them sunk into the person, his teeth burst forward.
Dragging the person, human as far as he could tell, around the corner with a snarl, he lunged for the ground. Taking enough care not to make this meal a poor one, he at least managed not to snap their neck. His spinal cord didn’t get the same care, however, but Ozzy hardly noticed.
Within seconds, he was on his knees in the snow, two fingers down the person’s throat. The other hand held his hair, yanking his head back while he dug his claws in at the back of the mouth. Scraping forward, he drug the man’s tongue out and straight into his own, chewing with several loud cracks and snicts from his dislocated mandible.
Maybe the screaming hadn’t stopped, but it was more muted, the struggling became abortive, and the halfling stuffed his face with heaping handfuls of flesh, guts, and bone. Some of it he chewed and crunched at, up until he grew too frustrated with the process. Instead, he began to simply scoop up as much as he could in his hands and dump it straight down his throat.
While his stomach was bulging after a few minutes of frenzied gorging, he didn’t seem close to stopping. There was, in the farthest corner of his mind, a dim realization that something else was there. A scent hit his nose but he was too deep in it to even look.
Growls and wheezing snarls left him, up until he gagged suddenly. A few more gags and a hack had him on his hands and knees, bent forward with his chin almost on the ground. A few hacks saw nothing productive come up, and then a gush of blood. It had to be the victim’s, as his was much thicker than that. Even still, he coughed and strained, something clearly stuck in his throat.
Y'know what? I'm feeling brave today *sticks a whole-ass ARM into the cage*
STILL AS A STATUE while the grey face approaches. would have been easy to mistake bendy for a sculpture if it hadn't been for the talking prior. motionless, attention unwavering from his prey ╍ AWAITING.
they reach the cage.
nothing changed.
then a whole arm is stuck into the cage ; mere centimeters away from the demon. at last he finally moved ╍ bendy tilting his head downward to stare at it. a beat. && then his grin widens. that was the only WARNING given before he ...
... LUNGES forward with a booming snarl. his jaws open up to reveal sharp jagged teeth that close around the limb ; teeth digging into flesh, && then bone with ease. blood spilling forth ( tinting his ink with a red hue ). wasting little time, he applied enough strength until he was able to RIP the arm off at the shoulder. discarding it onto the floor afterward, he allows his tongue to slip out to clean up the blood dribbling from his maw.
'cutting your teeth,' caylan macrae's debut novel, celebrated its one year anniversary recently! i was able to relive the honor of illustrating its cover by following up with this comic adapting one of my fav scenes 🩸
if this piqued your interest, you can pick the book up here and follow the author here (@hopeless-horromantic) and on twitter!