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The taste that floods his mouth is more than blood and meat--it's sweet, rottingly so, cloying his mouth and throat with the feeling of it.

It's addicting, and it makes him want to seek more. And yet, the being below him speaks, and even sinks their teeth into him, much as he had done. His breath leaves him in a hiss, and when he pulls away from those rows of sharp teeth, he pays no mind to the amount of him left inside that bloodied mouth.

Instead, his hands find the other's wrists, and their arms are pinned to the sand roughly, tight enough to cause pain, and a snarl curls his upper lip as he looks down to them.

"You don't belong here."

She didn't know what happened.

Ever since she finished the Trial of the Dragon, she has been feeling urges to bite, to sink her fangs into something alive and breathing, tear it to shreds and feel the warm crimson blood on her skin. The thought scared her to her core, to the point she asked to leave her homeland in hope of meditating — of overcoming this far, far, away from her people, her family. No one needs to see this sight.

She wasn't able to contain herself no matter how hard she tried, her eyes widened in fear of what might happen to the poor traveler in front of her, who turned their head around at the low growl the wyrm let out. Before he could scream, it was done. She was now on the poor thing, holding the corpse down by her claws and tearing the flesh with her sharp and bloodied fangs. The iron scent was so intoxicating: she's scared. She can't - please. It's too late however, and she isn't one to waste a meal.

"....?" Before she could register the stranger, she was tackled down to the ground, grunting from the sudden bite into her shoulders, she bares her teeth in anger and surprise, "Who—" she choked out as a bit of her flesh was taken out of her shoulder, god, that hurts.

Her scent was already quite lovely, delicate: the touch of her flesh in his mouth, despite a small piece, was almost like a gourmet meal, something to savour every bite. Bussaba wanted to scream for the stranger to stop, but all her instincts managed to muster up was pulling the Gerudo man down close to her and return the bite, her fangs sunk in deep drawing out his crimson ichor. The wyrm growled out in slight pain and anger, mostly at herself.