Of steel

Her glazed eyeballs roll within her skull as gleaming teeth cleave flesh, tearing through skin and membrane alike as if they were paper. It is not often that she cannibalizes her own, but the thought of satiation drives her onward, smiling with a crocodilian grimace as she plunges deeper into the body cavity.

Now full, she sits back on her haunches, her cold eyes gazing into space. In this quiet, peaceful night, the only sound that can be heard is the clicking and scraping of her teeth against the bone of her kin as she gnaws absentmindedly, her mind slowly retreating back into the dank cavern that is sanity.

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