[Serph watches Tiir leave, waiting until Tiir has left his sight before transforming again. What's left of his kill is even more unappealing than usual, but he needs to eat. It isn't difficult to force himself to devour the rest of the body -- flesh and bone and clothing, all -- as quickly and as cleanly as possible. He only does this out of necessity, not pleasure, after all.
By the time the pair have vacated the area, all that's left of their kills are bloodstains and a few scraps of cloth.]
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By the time the pair have vacated the area, all that's left of their kills are bloodstains and a few scraps of cloth.]