[In a heartbeat, he's on her, taking advantage of her moment of disorientation and her proximity to the floor to pounce on Malin. Nepeta's plea echoes in his mind but his instincts are as sharp as ever. He goes for her throat but there's too many layers to get a good grip on it, so he ends up burying his teeth into her shoulder.
Siffleur rips at her, head jerking back and forth as his teeth tear through the layers of wool and cloth until he tastes blood, then flesh, then- what's that?
Sweet. Dark. Oh. He knows that. She tastes like flesh and blood and chocolate. His jaw tightens, his appetite awake again now that he's got fresh blood trickling down his throat.]
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Siffleur rips at her, head jerking back and forth as his teeth tear through the layers of wool and cloth until he tastes blood, then flesh, then- what's that?
Sweet. Dark. Oh. He knows that. She tastes like flesh and blood and chocolate. His jaw tightens, his appetite awake again now that he's got fresh blood trickling down his throat.]