“They’re dead already. THAT’S BORING—”
Elisia grabbed her daughter by the wrist and pulled her away from the pile of bodies. With her free hand, she pressed Cecilia’s head to her chest. The younger slenderwoman struggled, screeching and yelling for blood. She just wanted blood. She dug her claws into her mother’s back, continuing to scream for her release, but Elisia would have none of it. She merely winced and held her daughter tighter. It took longer than expected, but the young woman wore herself out. Her screams turned into hoarse whimpers. She began gnawing on the older slenderwoman’s shoulder, something she would do frequently as a baby. The gesture made Elisia smile. This was nothing more than another tantrum, albeit caused by magic anons and hormones, rather than hunger or fatigue.
“It hurts, maman…" Cecilia whined, resting her body against her mother entirely. Elisia’s heart jerked painfully.
"I know, mon chaton." She knew from experience. Cecilia, in her bloodlust, had killed and eaten far too much. Her stomach hurt.
”Come home and rest, I’ll make you something for your pain.”
She gathered the young slenderwoman into her arms and, without another word, opened a rift home.