(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

as ye become our food in the end. Ravenous hungers we have, burn the
stomach, never full. We hunger all the time... and here ye are... hurry up, die
and be still!"
I needed to look for a good opportunity to escape. Silent King's dictates or
no, Acaste looked mad enough to not care, "How did you come to be here?"
"Wander catacombs, hunt and kill, crack open crypt and coffin, eat bones
and dead-flesh. Come here..." Acaste blinked. "Here... strange place...
Acaste stay among the weak, marrow-filled bones and herd of dead-flesh...
can make noise, talk to them and they talk back."
Acaste frowned as if considering something, and started to look off into the
distance. "But not easy prey. They are not still like other bones and
dead-flesh are... they fight as pack and are many of them. Difficult to beat
both, weaker separate, together strong, almost strong as Acaste. So we
wait."
I didn't let her pause and consider going after other, tastier fleshy things in
her vicinity. "What do you do while you wait, then?"
She snarled, "We say we fight for them, kill blooded ones when they come
to take from us, hunt blooded rat things, kill them, eat them, leave bits of
bodies we not eat as warning, say 'no come here or we eat you.' They make
us protect here only. Hargrumm and Stale Maree say we not allowed to go
kill blooded ones."
"That's all I-"
Acaste no longer seemed to be aware of me. She hissed, baring sharp,
bloody teeth. "Hate them! Want to eat blooded ones! Hungry, we are... kill
all blooded ones, tear flesh with teeth and crack bone, suck sweet marrow
out of their warmth!"
I scurried away as she continued her rant.
"You know, she's rather pretty in that tie-me-down-and-hurt-me kind of
way."
"She wanted to eat me!" I protested.
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