The other Nightwalkers stood by silently, almost…if such an emotion was possible for such as they…respectfully, as the sobbing Tyson-thing tore the dead flesh from his lover of ages ago with his rotting teeth and bolted down bitter chunks of meat whole.
The man hiding in the shadows fought to keep down his bile as the horrid feast continued. He knew well that the slightest sound from him would bring down death…no…far worse than death…from the Nightwalkers watching the dread “ceremony” from behind the trees.