She listened. There was always the slight sound of breathing within her stomach once she had devoured someone, but as he would slip underneath a pool of his own body, burbling replaced it. The avian could only smirk at that, having been fighting off the urge to release a unholy belch finally paid off. “Told ya you’d die before you ran out of air. Not that you can hear me, but you made a pretty good dinner. Thought I’d actually have to hunt something for once..” She laughed it off, but soon felt that distinct pressure building up behind her throat, more than happy to let it loose. An Earth shaking rumble sounded throughout the trees, a bloody iron taste to it. Her tongue grazed the inside of her beak once. “Damn, that taste is gonna linger for awhile. Ah, well…I can head into town tomorrow and grab something to wash it out.

But, for now, she laid down in her cot by the fire, on her back to simply rub her belly down. His body was breaking down with each passing second, bones snapping, organs spilling from their place, the mix that of a thick human soup. Definitely not pretty, but nothing about digestion should be. Maybe that he would be making her pretty, perhaps? It was true. He was keeping her beautiful, adding a little trim onto the places it would matter. But, alas, that needed to be replenished every so often. This would keep her for a month or so. But, as she yawned and let out another wet belch, she was dozing off; digestion always made her sleepy. Caving into sleep, she fell into her dreams with the sound of her gut and the fire dancing along.
Morning came soon enough. Sunlight woke her, or it might have been her body; either way, she pulled herself up so she would not fall back asleep. A slow rub to her head, she grumbled, pulled herself up so she would not fall back asleep. A slow rub to her head, she grumbled, but rudely, her body reminded her of what happened last night. A little pang through her rear sent her standing quickly, groaning, looking around with still dry eyes from sleeping. Her belly had gone down quite a lot, no longer holding his defined shape through the flesh nor pregnant, more or less just chubby at this point. It would last for awhile until she worked him all off, but he did add some rather nice weight onto her rear. Of course, Flanker would not notice it now, but later.

Her destination would be a tree, no where specific, anywhere to dump a load and let nature take hold of it. She pulled her pants down to her ankles and simply pushing. A grunt at first, but then a soft groan. The first bit of Theo to break back out of her was just brown slop, bits of hair, but that was not the end of it. More logs of thick slug pushed from her, only stopping to catch her breath a few times, riddled with bones and other debris left over from him making it a little bit painful but all too rewarding. Besides, she could not just keep it all in there, it had to go. Minutes went on, more plops onto the growing pile, but soon the well went dry. She stood straight, shaking her body to wake all of the joints that had grown stiff, panting softly.

She looked behind her only to see a sizeable mess, one that the two of them made together…Though, she did the crafting and he provided the ingredients. It reeked, but she could not help but feel a little proud of herself. All the effort she and her body put into making such a disgusting thing while replenishing her own body with loads of nutrients and proteins…And subsequently ridding with the unused stuff all felt just right to her. Murder it is, but to her, it’s something she is use to. People can be food, as they can be shit following. Pulling her pants back up, she took a very short walk back to her camp.

“Now, where did I put the damn toilet paper…”