//k so Old Development is caught up on so its time for New Development. buckle up kids.
I'm so...I'm so fucked. He kept chewing. This is awful. Stop. Kept chewing. God, Maru. Swallowed. Bit again. Wrestled to tear the soft, tender flesh away from the body.
Since the darkness had fallen, Maru had been remarkably fine. If a sudden upshoot in his closeted cannibalistic tendencies constituted 'fine'. He kept reminding himself that it was a time of scarcity. That this was fine. That he was okay. The rapid rate in which he grew numb to the thought of butchering and devouring his roguemates was alarming to say the least. Maybe it was the darkness. The false sense of security it provided, like an icy womb, or like a blindfolded victim.
This victim had not been blindfolded, but she had been young. Just barely grown out of her kitten fuzz. Maru licked at the pale slices of bone that curved up through the red pulp of torn meat. He had been bringing his catches far out into the territory after disguising his scent and leaving the remnants out. Hopefully any Exiles who came across the carnage would pin the blame on the beasts that now haunted their land. Whatever keeps me fed.
It wasn't like he hadn't searched for prey before resorting to his actions. Wasn't like this was his plan A. Or even plan B. But when there's a lack of prey and stressed, neglectful parents leave their young unattended...
Maru sniffled. He was fairly certain he had come down with something. A light cold, or something along those lines. H wolfed down the last few bites, savoring them before promptly abandoning the site, slinking back to camp in silence, heart pounding in his chest when he thought he saw a shape move to the left. The ocelot picked up his pace.
//you can have a character be aware of what he's doing if you really want but for the time being i'd like it if nobody confronted him about it