[Dan Feng's face twists into - something. Inhuman, and violently unsettling, eyes focused on the scraps of flesh and sinew and pink bone.
His mouth opens quiet, fangs with threads of saliva. His hands curl into claws. He wants to see more, he wants to see her marrow, he wants to strip the muscle and fat and hear her scream and cry under the same pain he had to endure all of those centuries and
He looks up at her face. Looks back down, and visibly struggles with himself, hands trembling.]
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His mouth opens quiet, fangs with threads of saliva. His hands curl into claws. He wants to see more, he wants to see her marrow, he wants to strip the muscle and fat and hear her scream and cry under the same pain he had to endure all of those centuries and
He looks up at her face. Looks back down, and visibly struggles with himself, hands trembling.]