The demon chuckled softly, relishing the scent of fear and blood coming from the skunk. He came forwards slowly, stalking on all fours, his tail swishing back and forth eagerly as he purred, “Not only is the taste of blood heavenly, but the meat that contains the blood is to die for…” He grinned, showing off his fangs.<br/><br/>He came behind the skunk again and lowered his mouth to the pinned tail, near the wound and started to bite at the fur, cutting it away and spitting it out. When the wound was free of fur he bit down quickly, tearing of a sizeable chunk of flesh. He leapt back as the skunk instantly reacted and swallowed the hunk of meat. He licked his lips free of blood and appeared before the skunk again. “I’ve never had skunk before…” he crooned. “But you taste delicious!”<br/><br/>He pounced at the skunk, pinning him down, using his tail to rip the spike out of the tail, freeing him. But he held him down, crooning softly, “But we can’t have dinner on the floor, now can we? You’ll be too messy!” He easily picked up the skunk by his scruff and started to walk over to the device with the cup for blood.