The sceeching and roars in her ears echoed once more as he forced his rasping, charred voice to the forefront once more. He sounded much like the exhausted ramblings of a dying, injured old man:<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #800000">Hunger....</span></span>came his twisted voice once more, the expressionless face still somehow cringed in pain. The creature seemed to lose some of his structure before her eyes, the darkness of his suit seeming to tremble and mutate, dripping black gunk onto the forest floor which dissolved to smoke upon reaching the ground, long already thin fingertips turning almost skeletal. He was starving to death. Whatever was driving his centuries old lifeforce had been kept from him for too long...