Donkere the Invincible

[Ghost]

A horrific tickle of pain confuses the Donkere, and in reaction it clasps shut it's incredible jaw. Not only should it be experiencing a much different sensation of taste, as opposed to physical agony, but there was now fur where fur had not entered only moments before.

The Donkere seemingly had taken too long to consider these odd shifts in cirumstance, as there was now a gaping hole straight through the back of it's throat and out it's neck, opening up in the middle of it's sharp mane. With the final gash an explosion of violet blood bursts from the Donkere's wound.
Although horribly painful, the Donkere simply kept its composure and examined the physical torment it was currently undergoing. Something caused this impossible pain; a pain it had never dreamed of feeling.
...It must taste such an incredible morsel!...
At that ie realized that Dreizehn was trapped in its mouth between clenched teeth and a bloody gash, protected from every angle by hundreds of sharp bone-like hairs. And now, having lost its uvula to this terrificly gory onslaught, there was nothing left within it's mouth for Dreizehn to grasp. With a quick backward toss of it's head the Donkere could feel the man moving about in his living prison.

Would he finally taste that which he so desired?

(OOC: Sorry for the intensely long wait.)