[There’s a great amount of shuffling again, more claws digging into pale skin, body weight shifting rapidly as he twists his head side-to-side and rips out strips and chunks of flesh. Normally, he’d be happy to keep his meal alive, as he likes playing with his food (when you’ve been around as long as has and look as he does, you become a little twisted in your efforts to keep yourself entertained) but hunger rules over today, and he pays no mind to where he rips skin from.
Taking advantage of the depressed, however, is not the greatest thing he’s ever done. Though the snake would never know, nor really care if he did, Gilbert was quickly becoming more of a monster, with feathers growing to cover his skin more - his hair, now, was more feather than hair itself - and a drop in human consciousness leads to pointedly messier eating.]
-Tail curling up and then straightening reflexively before curling again, the snake hisses with discomfort and pain. The thick mass of his long limb itched to curl around the predator on his back, but he knew he had given himself up for this. Turning his head to the side to look up at the monster, Gilbert sneered and huffed, baring his fangs.
He knew the look in the other’s eyes - knew he was losing himself to his hunger, and the naga was rather glad he was doing so quickly. That meant this would be over and done with soon - only a little suffering beforehand until he is put out of his misery. It wasn’t like the eagle had nothing to gain from his death - the other Gilbert would have a large snake to snack on, and the naga was sure he could last a while until he is fully digested.
He hissed again as he stared up at the other, eyes narrowed in pain-
[He’s a little wary of that tail, but it seems like the other Gilbert isn’t going to try to pry him off. He almost pities the poor kid, then, but stopping now would not be merciful - the other would probably bleed out before he got help if he stopped now, considering how deep his wounds are, so killing him would be mercy enough.
A foot ends up on his head at some point, talons like daggers just barely missing his eyes and instead digging into his cheek and mouth. Gilbert uses the new foothold to balance as he tears off a rather large chunk from his back. He pays no mind to the snake, not caring whether he’s still alive or not beyond a nagging, instinctual worry about his prey fighting back. Humans usually scream and thrash something fierce at this point, and years of experience has him on alert. Otherwise, though, he simply tears off what he wants from the human portion of the other, and curiously bites at the snake half - scales aren’t something he is used to, not at this size, but aside from that, it’s definitely edible, and he works on eating that, too.]