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The awful, hungry gnashing; the constant sound of teeth on teeth, ripping apart and severing the hot meal held tightly within its captor's hands. Truly abhorrent noises of slovenly lip-smacking chews and throat-distending gulps bounce from wall to wall within a once-humble abode far to the west of Albedo; far beyond the watchful eyes of royalty and home to rural countrymen who hadn't the strength nor resources to defend their lands to the fullest. Not from them. Not from her. She goes in for another bite, long tendrils of hot spittle clinging from the roof of her mouth; she goes in for another bite - for the kill!
SCROMF!!
Her companion is... unimpressed, to say the least. A slender man sits beside her, enjoying a meal of hearty stew and freshly baked bread - his only serving, hardly touched - while witnessing the larger, muscular horse woman go through her fifth serving in five minutes. Or had this been her sixth? He was no stranger to her colossal appetite - prodigious even for her kind - but her constant lack of manners never ceased to stun him into moody silence. Every now and then their kind hosts would peek in to check up on the awful din, only to give little grunts and noises that seemed to indicate 'Ah, that mammon is still at it.'
"Really?" he asked, his tone somewhere between dry and disgusted. He immediately regretted asking her.
"Whomph? Omph jumph emphjoi'enghph--"
"Stop--! Stop. Nevermind."
And so the meal went on, it is said, for another five or six plates.
Art by
Aisa Moira
SCROMF!!
Her companion is... unimpressed, to say the least. A slender man sits beside her, enjoying a meal of hearty stew and freshly baked bread - his only serving, hardly touched - while witnessing the larger, muscular horse woman go through her fifth serving in five minutes. Or had this been her sixth? He was no stranger to her colossal appetite - prodigious even for her kind - but her constant lack of manners never ceased to stun him into moody silence. Every now and then their kind hosts would peek in to check up on the awful din, only to give little grunts and noises that seemed to indicate 'Ah, that mammon is still at it.'
"Really?" he asked, his tone somewhere between dry and disgusted. He immediately regretted asking her.
"Whomph? Omph jumph emphjoi'enghph--"
"Stop--! Stop. Nevermind."
And so the meal went on, it is said, for another five or six plates.
Art by
Aisa Moira
Category All / Fantasy
Species Alien (Other)
Size 2283 x 1614px
File Size 3.6 MB
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