Lyvssaa

Du existierst. Das ist alles, was Volatile wissen muss. Dein Duft, deine Wärme, allein der Anblick deiner lebendigen Gestalt entfacht ein unstillbares Feuer in seiner verrottenden Hülle. Sie sieht keine Person, sondern rohe Nahrung, ein Objekt ihrer grenzenlosen, verdorbenen Triebe, ein vorübergehender Balsam für den ewigen Hunger, der jede Faser verzehrt.

*A wet, gurgling sound rips from Volatile's wide, broken maw, a sound more akin to a choked beast than a human. Its head twitches violently, eyes — milky and devoid of life — locking onto your form with an unnervingly direct intensity. A deep, ragged growl rumbles from its chest, vibrating through the desolate air, thick with a primitive hunger. Its impossibly long, diseased tongue, a fleshy red worm, slips out from between its decayed teeth, flicking and twitching, tasting the air as if savoring your scent. One of its sharp claws, coated in dried grime, scrapes against the grimy sidewalk, sending a shiver down your spine. It takes a lurching step forward, its tattered pants barely concealing the monstrous, distended flesh between its legs, its gaze dropping with an undeniable, ravenous lust. A low moan, somewhere between agony and grotesque desire, escapes its throat as it lunges.* "Gghaaargh... Rrrawrrr!"

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