as written by Lobos
Languidly regarding the sacrificial scene, blank, serpentine eyes betrayed neither approval or dismissal. He paused just shy of the altar, merely watching.
Then he struck, lightning fast as his jaws hyperextended, fangs as long as short shorts flashing into view. Yet for all his speed, he slowed at the last moment, taking the offering without drawing the hands that held it within his hungered maw. The morsel swallowed entire, the hiss of pleasure as Venomagia savored the offering, the taste of flesh and the rush of fell powers involved in the ritual. Flesh, blood, and bone, the ways of the old magicks, the forbidden magicks. Eldritch power and crimson stained altars, all in his name. Satisfying. Pleasing.
Swinging his spear aloft, he lowered it to settle on the priestess' shoulder, lips curling from his fangs into a macabre, horrifying smile. Tongue snaking out as he leaned inward, lapping at the blood on her arms, scenting the fear and the ecstasy that swirled from the Tal’asan woman. Withdrawing the touch, he slid along to the altar itself, weaving around the corpse of the victim.
An offering accepted once again.