Belladonna clamped her jaws down onto the bears neck, right where she had been slashing with her dagger. Her teeth speared through the torn skin, ripping it open even wider until finally she struck gold.
Sweet, delicious crimson sprayed into her mouth with the first bite, mixing with the flames of its fur to create a blazingly hot nectar that she eagerly drunk down. It burned her throat as she swallowed it, but the moment it entered her system the damage already started to rapidly repair itself.
Vital essence flooded her body, filling her with more energy and life than she had ever felt before. But... it wasn't enough. She needed more.
'More. More. MORE! MOOORE!'
Awakened by the taste of fresh blood, the voice returned to her mind, screaming a sentiment that she could feel in the depths of her very being. It was right, she needed more. The taste... It was like nothing she had ever tried before.
