His fingers wrapped themselves around the cooking spit, turning it a few times above the fire. The nagging in his stomach became worse the more the scent of meat spread around the kitchen.
He took a plate and put the food on top of it, a smirk spreading across his face, he could finally dig in. He took the bone and bit down in it, the juices leaking from his chin as he devoured it with much taste.
For a moment, his eyes went to the dead body of his friend in front of him. He was missing an arm.
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365 Twisted Tiny Tales
FantasyStar scattered skies can be as deadly as the creatures that roam them, love as lethal as poison, death lingers in every corner of the world waiting to take it's prey that will not expect it in the slightest, since that is what death likes to do, sur...
