#Nonsurat uses he/she btw. as a treat

[rubybloodhound]

sigh. alright. the cannibalism.

Trigger warning for: The cannibalism

Arthur is high as balls and eats his huswife. Oops!

Everything was a mess of light sound and color.

What happened? Had it always been like this? He could barely think.

He rolled over (He was laying?) and found what was probably the cause of this.

A blob, gold and brown and white and gray and green and everything, a bite taken out of it.

...He should really stop eating things he finds in the forest. It would kill him one day.

Standing on weak everything, he looked around. Forest.

He smelled the air. Smoke.

Looking around the trees that weren't the right color he saw campfire smoke.

He.

He was out of camp.

His memories slowly came to him.

He went out of camp just to get a snack.

Wow, Arthur, your really stupid.

He tsk'ed at his thoughts, beginning his stumble toward the camp.

Finally, he was here.

He sniffed the air again, smoke and fire almost burning his nose.

Passing the final bush, he found

Meat.

Roasted meat, cooked to perfection.

He couldn't help but drool, his legs moving for him.

Nonsurat looked at his husband, drooling and walking toward her in a trance.

He tried to speak, only to get hit with claws sharpened to perfection.

Arthur bit into his cutlet of meat, all for him. A feast for a king.

He didn't mind how it didn't taste like any meat he'd eaten before

He didn't mind how eerily similar it tasted to Nonsurat.

It was his feast, after all! It was all for him!

Nonsurat squirmed, trying to get the love of his life off himself.

He let out a nearly pathetic squeak as Arthur bit into her arm, ripping it off and devouring it.

Tears pricked at his eyes as he begged.

But Arthur continued, devouring the warm meat all for him.

All for him.

Nonsurat's energy, the very matter she was made of, was devoured, all in bright shows.

Soon, all that was left of the warrior was his bones, being nibbled on by the former love of his life.

But he wouldn't pass down a feast all for him.

All for him.

Arthur gasped as he woke up, shakily getting of bed, slamming his face on the floor, and puking in his trashcan.

By noon, he was glued to Nonsurat's arm.

He would never eat her. Even if they both were dying of starvation.

Never.

Right?