
Hungering Teeth was attracted to the hole in the way that mad creatures were attracted to equally mad things. He wasn’t particularly keen on other kin (except as something to occasionally snack on) but he could deal with the crowd today if that meant getting closer to
the hole.
He listened as the others interacted, followed them with his head, blind but not completely sightless as he tracked their body heat around the cold patch of nothing that they hovered over. The oddness of it made his teeth ache and his tail quiver, and a sheen of drool gathered on the edge of his gums.
After a time, he declared, suddenly, boldly, in a horrifically grating gleeful voice, "we need to
feed it.”
He slunk away and returned not long later with a long dead
something, an old catch dug up from one of his many caches. He carried it with great ceremony over to the hole, slowing as he got closer and feeling each step out until he felt the cold on his face and knew he was above it.
Then he carefully dropped his offering.
Baneful wrote: ↑Tue Apr 15, 2025 11:22 am