Dinner Date
By sdvale
zhol comes sulig tave vieta between worlds kia ardyti. Grakstus, tentacled, sublime kash midwan, slithering xok tave stairs. Quiet trovas, quiet naktis. Zhol smells their humanness, their fragile kraujas-pumping hearts. Tikurzi zinot tau kaire?
Another uosti distracts sulig tave kojasi. Tantalizing, teasing, utterly alluring. Zo plate ant tave bufetas ir ant zhol—another tentacled irankir? Pale, laibas, knotted, smothered kash rausvas ir pulverized meat vi nors zhol uud torn apart tave humans, then soaked kash tave glorious mess.
Zhol gal't rodyt tave note anas says: Spaghetti naktis!
Excitement thrills pro tave destroyer. Ax kash zhol bloodlust? Audroti? Nie. Zhol's nulis.
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