It's always fun to slaughter the fattened calf, bitch.
sugargirl looked over from her princess seat made of a jhawkmessiah hybrid to where the murmuring half-conscious nasally/australian bitch lay...as lycan advanced with the newest addition to his blade collection, she licked her lips, and was overwhelmed by an urge but suppressed it, and watched hungrily as lycan went to work.
'oi haven't had a wee one like dis in years' lycan exclaimed, while he dug in.
So consumed with his work , he hummed softly to himself as he expertly flayed what was left of its vulgar body, then finishing at last, waved it around his head with delight.
Der'll be a singin in heaven tenite, and tharts for sure" , he gleefully sang , as he sprinkled salt on the skin.