Khor floated upward, her small form suddenly carrying weight that made everyone step back.
"I do not have much power, Outsider," she said, though her smile suggested otherwise. "But I do have Hunger. And my hunger is ravenous."
What followed was simultaneously graceful and grotesque.
Khor raised her finger to her mouth with the delicate motion of someone about to test temperature.
Her tongue emerged, pink and innocuous, and painted the digit with saliva that shouldn't carry significance but absolutely did. She then floated to the corpse and began drawing with her moistened finger.
The traced X across the ape's chest shouldn't have done anything.
Saliva wasn't supposed to cut through flesh that had weathered eons. Yet where her finger passed, the skin parted like eager lips.
The sternum split with wet crackling, ribs spreading like wings revealing secrets!
HUUM!
