-Despite himself, the naga finds himself crying silently, cheeks wet with streams of tears that accumulate on the ground beneath his cheek. It hurt - so much more than he had anticipated, but he would be a coward to back out now.
What did he have to lose at this point? His family wanted nothing to do with him; his birth parents never wanted him, and he couldn’t even remember the person he had once loved—
He tried his best to block out the pain and allow himself to black out, yet he knew that wouldn’t happen. He deserved to suffer through this; he had asked for it after all. Hot tears stung the marks and cuts in his cheeks as sharp talons pierced his skin at the same time teeth dug into his flesh. It was when his flesh was being ripped off of his bones that he screamed out in agony.-
[He almost wished he hadn’t gone at him back-first - there were only so many good bits of meat on any creature’s back, and even with the long tail, there were still nutrients-packed organs to be had - but he’d originally just wanted to scare the kid. Even at this point in his life - er, afterlife - he still had a shred of compassion, but if someone was willing, then hey, who was he to pass up a free meal?
He didn’t react to the screaming other than to grin wickedly, a soft and inhuman chuckle escaping his blood-soaked lips. He paused, though, and licked his chops indecisively; he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to kill the kid to put him out of his misery, or if he wanted to fuck with him some more, just for a moderate amount of entertainment. He figured both at the same time would be….well, sort of possible, given what he had in mind. So after a second’s debate, he hopped off the other and flipped him over (which was sure to hurt, given that the ground wasn’t the cleanest, nor the flattest). He gets to see the poor kid’s tear-streaked face in full, but he does nothing more than blink; fear just made things all the sweeter, after all.
He’s all too happy to gut him then, and the other should be thankful that Gilbert’s talons are very sharp and do not catch on the soft skin of his belly. While not as drawn-out as his alternative plan, his prey does get to witness the sight of a head disappearing into his stomach before he dies, and that’s sure to be horrible enough. Besides, only food matters now.]