Dr Raven Sable better known as FAMINE (rev_66) wrote in parabolical,
It had always fascinated him to deal with other species, because it implied to get to know how they organism worked and what sort of nutrients he had to corrupt. The result would always be the same. They would waste away to the speed of his choosing. At the moment, Famine was in a hurry. He exhaled the smoke from his lips, forming thin silhouettes in the air. Whitey’s playthings, he would appreciate the nod. He paused and touched his right pocket, brushing over the hidden brass scales, sealing her eventual doom.
What would be this woman do when she realized she would be as specially strong as an average human being?
Famine would waste away that strength as aperitif before savouring the main dish.
“Are you sure you feel well?” he asked in a mock concern. “As a doctor I suggest you sit down and we talk about your health.”