Identities

Consumption

At first, they didn't understand. Skin pulled tight as their mouth was open and gasping, eyes blink and they stare hard at the thing in their arms. It was something that had been breathing. A thing known to them as 'hollow bones.' The beings beak was skewed and broken open.

There was warmth running down the beings front, a red bloom against the bare feathered chest. A warmth that felt so soft and kind against the cold of the midnight. A sting in the side grew cold with wind and the warmth on the 'hollow bone's' chest began to fade.

In a panic, they push against it once more, burying their face into the soft warmth among the feathers. Their gasping mouth filled with fluff and copper as the warmth filled it. Pushing against their tongue.

It was a simple taste.
And their... stinging pain faded as they felt warm.

They push against it more, biting past their own skin to feel more of this feathered warm red.

Warmth.
They made a satisfied sound, almost like a purr. They enjoyed this beings warmth. This being that had tried to end it for some reason. Shame.

Shame? That was different from warmth.

A confused hum comes from them. As they sit back, one hand plucking at the red feathers. Thinking was something they'd get used to. Eyes glowed bright in the midnight air.

Warmth was something they could get used to.