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They were currently in hawk form, their golden talons gripped the branch they were perched upon and their feathers ruffled slightly as eyes scanned the forest floor. They were hungry and they wanted something more sustaining than deer or other wild life. They wanted the nice meaty flesh of a flutter. There was something about their flavor that was just so appealing to them.

At least for Khaalida it was. As for Nephthys, Khaalida wasnt so sure. They may be one in the same but they were two different entities in the end. "What do you think Neph? Should we find us a flutter to eat today?" She asked aloud, knowing the other would answer.

Bronze gaze shifted towards the woods as they heard what sounded like hoof steps. Wings shifted slightly and beak clinked together lightly as they stared, waiting to see what might emerge.

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"Of course we won't eat a fat one." She hissed in response to her sisters words. She wasn't stupid. She could feel her sisters emotions and she ruffled their feathers slightly as she pondered how they would kill the frail beast that was about to enter their line of sight. She preferred to torture them, skin them alive and eat them while they still breathed. "I want it to feel us cutting into it's flesh while we eat it alive." She said with a wicked grin upon their face. "Does that sound alright to you?" It wasn't exactly a question, but she knew there would likely be a response.

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"Next time we can do it your way." She almost hissed the words but refrained from doing so. It was true that the two had a slightly different desire when it came to doing the final blow they still got the job done without issue. Next time they would do it Nephthys way, it was fun to feel them squirm beneath their claws as they slowly killed the creature and then right before it's light went out rip it's beating heart out. It just made everything taste so much better. The thought made her mouth water. She forced their body into a dive and their beak locked onto an unsuspecting throat as their claws tore into tendons, rendering legs useless. She could feel their prey's fear radiating off it and she soaked it in gleefully. It wasn't going to be going anywhere and she slowly began to carve off bits of it's flesh and take it into their mouth with a thrum of satisfaction.
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Terror had a taste and it was delicious. As her sister flayed the flesh from bone, Nephthys relived the moment they had crippled the pitiful creature. That's what they were, all of them, pitiful creatures waiting to be consumed by her and her sister.

"Nice work," she spoke around their mouthful congratulating her other half. "Did you see how terrified it was? Feel how delicious it's blood tasted pulsing out of it's veins?" She made a kind of humming sound in her throat, knowing without actually having to speak that her sister had almost certainly felt the same thing as her. They were the same after all, in many, many ways. They shared the same husk of a body that they had honed into a weapon of destruction. It was no longer a weak vessel.

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One mouth, one flesh.

The food was absolutely delectable, so fresh and young. She smiled inwardly at her sister's thoughts of preening later. Her sister had more of the eye for beauty than she did, though she did certainly appreciate the beauty that they shared. Not that it really mattered what anyone but they thought. They were only out to please themselves, no one else even deserved their recognition, not even their ire.

As of yet, they did not actually possess a true foe. There was no one who's goal in life it was for them to torture. Thought perhaps there should be, perhaps that was something they should work on? She offered the thought up to Khaalida. "What do you think? Should we search for one?" The idea sent a thrill down their spine.

She could feel her sister shiver with the pleasure of it. Others were wrong about walkers like her, it was not that she didn't experience love. But rather it wasn't ever love of anyone or anything other than death. It was love of blood running down her throat, hot and thick and still pulsing. Or maybe it wasn't, but that's what she figured it was.

"We'l find someone worthy, someone to torture and taint. We will make their life hell. And we will not grant them the mercy of death, oh no. All those they love shall die, save one. And then we shall make that person alone after someone progresses the family line so that our terror will reign for generations." She shivered again.

Flicking her wings she turned their head to groom the long feathers of the blood that currently covered them. While keeping clean was something she prided herself in doing she didn't mind getting messy since they just cleaned themselves up and got an "extra" treat out of it by doing so. That's how she viewed it at any rate. Slowly and calmly, in a calculated manner she moved feather by feather and groomed the blood and filth from their body. Khaalida liked for them to be clean before attacking another victim. Plus it allowed her to get closer if they didn't have blood all over them from their last victim. It was quite alarming to most as they had learned in the past before. Of course things were always trial and error but regardless they never lost a mark. Even if they were spooked away when they first saw them. They were always much faster and more cunning. Sometimes the chase made it much more exciting.

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