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Vex have to eat. Scar is not new to this anymore. He was never scared of it, that’s to be sure. Vex have to eat. Scar will not be ashamed or scared of something that keeps him alive.
Vex hunt in pairs.
It doesn’t feel right without Cub, but he makes do. He cannot starve himself. As in, literally cannot starve himself, he thinks, teeth biting down into his own hand. Take, drink. He sighs and pulls the fluid from himself. Take, eat. He jerks his head, thrashing from side to side until he finally pries away the piece of meat, teeth gnashing, unable to chew fast enough - And then it’s over.
Nerves crawl under his skin. Sitting, bleeding from his arm, Scar has never felt more alone.
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Scar deals with his loneliness like he deals with all other things, throwing himself into distractions. He manages to hunt down a rabbit. He’s impressed, honestly- Those things are fast. He holds the dying animal in his hands- It cannot run, he’s made sure of it- So he takes this moment to watch it. Its little chest heaves, breathing in and out, twitching under his touch.
He brings the rabbit to his mouth. He brings his teeth to flesh. Take, eat . Before he closes his eyes he sees flesh, some kind of mess of red. He feels, does not see, his mouth touch innards- something he couldn’t identify if he tried, but he knows tastes good. The rabbit is dying quickly now. Gut wounds are almost always fatal, Scar knows- But unlike a player, this body will subsist until he is satisfied. He bites again. Blood explodes in his mouth. Take, eat. Eat, or be eaten. One bite from a rabbit can kill, Scar remembers, though he is not sure from where. A bite from a rabbit can sever nerves.
Scar feels the symbol of innocence die in his hands, it’s death notice signed with his teeth.