Carrion
by AvidAkiraReader
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K'aila—cannibal and Khajiit—ascends the stone steps up the Forsworn camp with a feral smile. Her tawny paws clutch an ebony sword and the other a lick of flame.

Blood and flesh calls out to her, ever since Eola had introduced her back to the wonders of human flesh, K'aila honors Namira through each meal she makes.

'K'aila hopes that there are a few Bretons in the Forsworn; they are tasty,' thought K'aila, sneaking up behind her first meal. Her sword juts out of the male's stomach stealthily; the pillager never has a chance to cry out.

Slowly, K'aila's paw removes the Forsworn's furry mask and she lowers her head to take her first bite.

Then she notices something shiny next to the body, and blue cat eyes light up at the sight of a bright sapphire.

'K'aila sees something shiny…' She pockets the valuable gemstone, and then bends her neck to bare her sharp fangs.

"Die, kitten." A guttural voice of a male Forsworn—one she never noticed before—makes K'aila's head swivel at the ambusher, then flinch as the Khajiit feels a cold, cold blade pass through her heart.

Fire engulfs her next; K'aila lets out a caterwauling scream of dismay, rage, and above all—fear, the fear of someone who knew their crimes were unforgivable.

(And so the predator becomes prey, and so the prey becomes carrion.)


This is a true story with Ava's Nord-Cannibal-Dragonborn-Crazy-Female-Character. K'aila is actually mine, but a Khajiit makes everything much more easier to comprehend, right? I mean, cat-like human eats human. It totally fits.

Notes: Namira is the cannibalistic goddess, and carrion is basically dead flesh.