<img alt="Image" src="http://img15.deviantart.net/dedb/i/2012/054/a/c/centauress_by_matiasoliverarbon-d4qoxfy.jpg"/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Eowyn</span><br/><br/>I squirm in place, as Aria brushes her horsetum, her side... suddenly, I realise how<span style="font-style: italic">beautiful</span>the naga is... it doesn't make her seem less delicious... and I lick my lips. How it would feel, to feel her caressing my belly from<span style="font-style: italic">within</span>...<br/><br/>"I ate a lamia, once," I murmur. "She was preying on outlying farmsteads. There was a farmer's daughter in her belly, when I found her..." Eowyn squirms, "I attempted to rescue her, but when I<span style="font-style: italic">squeezed</span>the lamia's tum, what remained inside was... squishy. The naga... she was<span style="font-style: italic">evil</span>... a unicorn just<span style="font-style: italic">knows</span>... it makes me hungry. She looked," Eowyn's eyes linger on Aria, "<span style="font-style: italic">delicious,</span>" Eowyn sighs, "and she was. So...<span style="font-style: italic">flavourful</span>, and<span style="font-style: italic">squirmy</span>... it took a long time for her to turn as mushy as<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>meal had." Eowyn blushes, shifting from hoof to hoof. "I enjoyed it. But I supppose good deeds... are their own reward." I lick my lips. "Defeating the cockatrice... I'm hungry<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>. I trust to hunt beside you. I know you're not evil. You've nothing to fear. I'd never force a good person down my throat... whatever their form..."