The Waltz of Crows and Magpies (Revamp)

Part .15.

PART .15.

**POV:UNKNOWN**

All of the normal, everyday food, all of the nutrients that were consumed by normal animal types on the daily, and all of the fresh tastes and flavours... were becoming completely indigestible to me. It was some sort of torture, a termoil that burnt inside my body that was craving something more.

An urge, an urge to return to our ancestor's instincts, or maybe it was a desperate will to live, I was starving to death anyways. Everything that I ate, I just threw up minutes after, getting nothing from it that would feed my body.

That urge wanted me to consume something more thrilling, more savage, something that would bring me back to my roots. I tried to stop myself, but it was too late, Lindsey was there, and everytime I saw her walking by me my mouth would start watering unnaturally, and my body would start convulsing as it tried to fight that urge off.

But that wasn't the end of it, every time I saw something living and breathing, I would want to eat it, feel its blood as it ran down my throat and its juicy, raw flesh.

But that was wrong, right? It was morally wrong to eat another living being, so why was I, out of all people, getting that urge, that phenomenon?

The plan to eliminate him was already in motion, so were those urges going to stop me from achieving that goal? Or was I going to succumb to it soon enough? Zarius brought the explosives as he had, so I just had to pull through...

I've spent the previous days rolling around my room in agony, banging on the walls and trying to get the salivating to stop, as well as my immense hunger, but my struggles were futile. Was that how I died? How I left that world? Starved to death because of my fear of being executed, or found out, but it was a matter of life and death, it was to either feed on someone, or starve to death.

My limbs and fingers were twitching in a fit of desperation, struggling to hold on to dear life while at the same time trying to stop the cravings... but it was already taking over me.

That was the end for my sanity.

**POV:L**

The rays of sun were slowly piercing through the clear ceiling of the tent, warming up my fur and causing me to wake back up to my senses. Krow was huddled up against me right under my arm, his head on my chest as we were wrapped in a thick blanket, it was so comfortable to the point where I didn't even want to move.

My mind was in a state of immense comfort, as the warmth and feeling of the blanket and Krow against me paralyzed me even more. I just laid there for a couple of minutes with my eyes closed, before I felt Krow's hand landing on my nose again, causing me to flinch.

"You're so cute when you sleep." He remarked with a strange, wavey voice, his eye barely opened and his body trembling. "Coffeeeee...." He muttered as he rolled out of the blanket on the floor, before crashing against the tent wall, not moving again.

"Are you okay?" I asked as I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes to see clearly. "Coffee..." He murmured, his eye completely shut and his body wedged in the corner of the tent.

"Something tells me you need coffee?" I said as I let out a small chuckle. He lifted his arm up in the air for no reason, "Yeh...." He said with a half faded voice, before his arm slumped down to the floor again. God that was so adorable to me.

"Your diet is so unhealthy." I remarked as I took the blanket off of me, about to head out to Charles and Lin's tent, before I felt his hands latching onto my arm. "One with the darknesssss...." He muttered, his eye still half closed and his consciousness barely on him, before he fell back to the sleeping bag again... what an edgelord.