[His teeth tear into her shoulder, leaving a nasty half-crescent bite, and away again. He rears up, licking his lips with a long, purple tongue, and focuses on her face with both eyes. The green eye closes, and the purple stains around it shift and swell as it bursts open again, bulging out like a croquet ball, golden yellow and bloody scarlet. There's no skin left on his face, nothing recognizable at all.
His mouth opens and his voice emerges in an inhuman croon.]
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His mouth opens and his voice emerges in an inhuman croon.]
Tastes good....