Odious

[identity profile] beckyh2112.livejournal.com 2010-07-31 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Latta tears gobbets of meat from the corpse, wolfing them down. Blood and less nameable juices run down her jaw, drip from her chin to stain her clothes. Her hands are bloody and little bits of meat stick in her nails.

Dorje felt himself turning green. He hastily stood up and hobbled away from the Protectorate soldier. There wasn't far he could go on his bad leg, Nahr-ee reminded him, but it wasn't bothered by Latta grabbing some calories before their assault on the main camp.

He wanted to puke, though.

Sure, Latta wasn't human, but she looked enough like it that it turned his stomach to see her eating dead humans.