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Musings on a Meal
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It tears and snaps underneath my hands, lifting from the broken, rotting body under my claws, bringing out pure, sweet energy that lifted this corpse's limbs, rattled its gaping jaw, I lift it to my mouth, and drop it in.
The taste of Will bestowed upon dead flesh, commanding it forth, the purity of thought and intent controlling the form, free of instinctual needs, wants, and desires - that's what I must be on my tongue. But this is not intent. This is not thought.
What is left? Inertia itself, or this wretched creature's last connection to the great subconscious?
I swallow, and it feeds mine.
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