>>6122053>>6121977>>6121938>>6121924>>6121907[green[You[/green] consider intervening, you really do. You’re a good(ish) girl (kind of)! You’d never eat a baby! You know very well that baby-eating is on the list of bad, no-no, not-good things you’re absolutely not supposed to do!
But, well… None of this is real, right? It’s just, like, a dream.
A really weird, freaky, INTENSELY interesting dream, full of rich, deliciously-thick emotion.
And you’re <span class="mu-g">hungry</span>.
You swallow your drool at the thought of consuming not goblin-child flesh, but the flash of nightmare-emotion that will no-doubt accompany this act of twisted self-sacrifice, and like a floating fly on the wall of this illusory world, you watch—eager, excited even—as An-Yii the Doctor hurls An-Yii the Innocent Infant into the pit. Doc-Yi flinches back, staring in pale-faced horror as great, gnarled talons reach up out of the impenetrable shadows to catch the child; you, however, lean forward.
It is no bloodless capture, and what happens next—the piecing-apart of a baby who nevertheless SOMEHOW continues to live, to cry, and to suffer all the while… Well, it isn’t physically possible, you’re pretty sure, but it is rendered with the verisimilitude only possible in the imagination of one who has had to kill a child or two herself. That would certainly explain the guilt and horror pouring off of the lone remaining avatar of An-Yii’s subconscious.
You realize that, without conscious intent, you have clung closer to An-Yii the Doctor, pressing your nude body to hers and slipping your own talons around her as you breathlessly behold the carnage. Your own sharp0fanged maw hovers over her throat, as you huff the pheromones of fear and familiar self-loathing which waft off of her. She doesn’t seem to notice, thankfully, and after a moment’s hesitation you embrace her fully, as the two of you watch the show.
It's a strangely intimate affair, and it warms your heart.
