THERE'S A SHARK IN THE WATER // MOON

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]He was pushing up the timeline, and he despised the higher probability of making a mistake, but he had no choice. With each day Reaper lost more of himself to the unbridled appetite, and he clung to his objective in a desperate attempt to stay afloat. His body continued changing, too. The teeth continued splitting his skin into new sets of mouths, and eyes littered his face, his legs. One had appeared at the base of his tail, and the sensory overload worsened his success with suppressing the hunger. It intervened around every corner, gave every heartbeat and drop of blood gravity. The frenzy he succumbed to in Sunhaven was a regrettable lack of control, but if it deteriorated relations, so be it. But he needed a greater success, instead of bringing command scraps. He did not have any other option but to jump a few steps.

He left a note for the leader, assumed his cover as Gabriel and claimed he needed to discuss the murders pinned on Lazarus. The meeting area was the murder scene. It fit well with the guise of presenting new information, and Reaper hid himself nearby, swallowing the influx of saliva flooding his mouth. Yes, he would kill the lion. Maybe he could have a taste. Command didn't need the body itself, only an empty throne to fill. More than a taste then. Just had to leave something identifiable.

Would a paw work? He was so hungry.
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