Originally Posted by
Kris on a Stick
[Meyrink's Arena]
Naera gets a taste of Meyrink! Awww yeah! She might wish she hadn't, though, as he quite literally tastes like ass. Ass mixed with old, rotten food, cheap cigarettes and whiskey that may or may not just be industrial solvents colored brown. And then she rips his jaw off. There's a lot of blood and gore and bone bits and stuff.
Meyrink, now jawless, remains locked in Naera's grip, a manic gleam in his eyes as he stare blankly back at her, blood spurting horrifically from the gaping mess where the bottom of his face used to be.