"A royal sacrifice, brother." I say, closing his eyes with my fingers, now twitching with anger. I stand up slowly, glaring at all my peers and let out a low hissing noise. I peel off the skin on my hands, I would need my claws for this. The silicone on my back falls off and my transparent wings soar and as the crowd screams and disperses I smile with my fake denture-like teeth. I'm starving.
