PHOEBE
She growled at him in response to his question, unwilling to relent. She didn't want soup she wanted flesh. She wanted to hunt and kill and devour, to tear things limb from limb. Eating a soup with a spoon like a lady? Ha! Not blight Phoebe. Pim huffed, a little rainbow static electricity dancing over his scaly lips. Apparently she was going to go hungry, which meant she would be unbearable. His tail flicked with irritation, watching Remi with wide silvery eyes.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
