An absentminded wit; utterly blank from the inside of her mind, blank as white as the piling up snow, though nothing such was drizzling down from the heavenly pleasing skies of one bright night full of stars and occasionally falling stars; hoped there be as well the falling snow… clouds or no… because there were marks of a clear sign showing once upon a time—though not so distant past—where snows were abundantly drizziling down; around her pale feet there were their marks of existence: specks of snow all over the blue ice made of this lake freezing out of cold – out of cold that mayhap what caused the utterly blank of her mind,
Unable to think with a clear wit; unable to recall and to at least sate her own curiosity of how she ended up in such a place; could only recall that loud, ear-piercing howling that woke her up,
Right before her crimson gaze, not so far in the skies… to find herself stargazing the star clusters while lying down. The exposed skin of hers was feeling the freezing air, especially the skin that covered her back was feeling the chilling ice. Feel the bleak winter's night she was supposed to, feeling the chill of winter that gnawed all over her skin which all nearly was laid bare, with barely any piece of cloth safeguarding the woman's skin that was turned more pale with each second now since her crimson eyes were fully opened… getting more noticeable and getting more pale… more so once the burning, still-flaming wounds on her arms, face and chest had somehow recovered to its former state,
The frosty chill that caused such an ill-change and likely cleansed her of such ill-wounds. No. Something else major was the root of such changes: sunken and weary eyes and cheeks, dry mouth and tongue not because of the surrounding air was cold and dry, looking so listless and mind was so blank… eventually uttering a word in somewhat an ailing tone that might indicate the root of such changes,
"Blood… this thirst… need to… quench it,"
A mind that once was blank; that one was thinking nothing but desolation of a mind… now having been thinking one simple yet clear centerpiece; of a basic concept of a nutrient-carrier for a living body, and staying warm no matter what, so long the beating heart pumped it still to flow whether out or in – such indicated Life still was present,
"It hurts… my stomach hurts,"
Hence she began to be capable of feeling it—as though her Life was clung to it—feeling it warm and pouring out abundance from her belly and lower abdomen; and at the same time, an excruciating pain she too was capable of feeling it… along with bestial rales, of harsh breathing noises, she too was able to hear it many as though them noises were surrounding her listless body; along with those nasty noises of chewing and slurping something that they seemed to enjoy and greedily to sate their gluttony. Hence she then raised her head slightly in curious; and although slightly, she finally could corroborate it: this pain, this warmness and wetness, and this weird sensation… of her insides—especially giblets and intestines—were being mussed and being messed up with bites,
Bites of five starving wolves; through her crimson eyes—neither gawked in shock nor screamed in horror—the five starving wolves were looking so enjoyed by her bodily flesh and fluids which were warm and fresh still. Five bestial muzzles barbarously barged into her stomach, biting and taking every content of hers—from her diaphragm and down to her hips—leaving it a big and deep hollow that separated her upper body with the lower one and so she could no longer feel her legs. All that left was nothing short of rib cages protecting the still intact lungs and the still beating heart… for now… while her gut had been turned into no flesh left; drowning into her own pool of still warm blood above the still chilling ice, and what was left of her exposed abdomen: crimson fluid of visceral porridge that sullied the blue ice, and still was being slurped by the five starving wolves,
Such a sight however, activated not her vocal cord; about to not scream, neither in terror nor in horror… the fact that her body was in the middle of being fed upon those beasts, and the fact that she was still capable of feeling the excruciating pain… she, however, stayed put and stayed still; without screaming at the top of her lungs, apparently unsure she was of what was currently happening to her body as her half-awakened mind was trying still to understand this sensation – such a sensation that was awakened by such a sight before her; such a sensation that tingled her hollow stomach; seemingly an insatiate sensation that was stronger than the pain alone,
"This hunger… need to… sate it,"
Her desiring mind—which no longer was blank—began to stimulate and somewhat shook her body, causing a soft moan to be let out of her gasping mouth for air as if being shaken herself by such a sudden stimulate… hence her eyes were widened, her muscle neck stiffened and twitched, as if being snapped backward; and at the same, her heartbeat increased, spasms began to occur albeit very briefly in and around her hollow stomach… and then so quick and so long intestines began to spout in tandem with liters of clear bodily fluid began to gush out of her hollow stomach,
Such really was a grotesque sight; a sudden repellent phenomenon that was enough to repel the five starving wolves away in fear from the woman's hollow stomach… the sudden sound alone of those intestines bursting out of the woman's diaphragm was enough to scare them away; more so with the pungent smell and lemon-like that of citronella that it brought alongside… such was enough to stun those sharp-nosed beasts, bringing them all to their knees with quite a stinging smell that the woman emitted,
"Gaarghhakkkhh… gaahh!"
Moaned once again all of a sudden, this time a bit clear and loud enough as if in pain she was – a pleasurable pain. What left of her whole body began to spasm once more, this one was strong and lasting long enough; and not long after, those intestines of hers—of many thick and long intestines—as though having their own minds, they began to flutter like a bird flapping its wings. The intestinal mucosa appeared to be contracting, strengthening themselves to eventually be able to move around freely and flexibly stretch themselves to eventually be able to hunt down those starving wolves like they were nothing but lumps of bloody meat to fill the woman's hollow stomach,
And thus whimpering in fear for losing their lives; those wolves were expecting not their supposed impuissant prey brimming with fresh meat could fight back – and not just the usual fight back… it was a straight up massacre,
As if those were living things, possessing their own lust for blood and flesh… like living tentacles, the woman's intestines ardently moved around; as though were organized flawlessly, capable of ensnaring their intestinal mucosa around the neck of those wolves. So forceful it was, that such entrails were too, able to break the neck of those wolves in one single snap… so quick and so precise… those wolves mayhap could not see it coming nor feel the pain that was coming with it. Simply felt like losing their most basic ability to breathe freely the chilling air; they were forced to feel and watch as their consciousness faded away through their wide open mouths struggling to gasp for more chilling air,
Yet it wasn't the chilling air those gasping mouths about to breathe in; to be precise, those wolves were incapable of breathing in so; because of a broken neck was one thing, by severing the airway… but it was a whole different tale to tell, if something that wasn't supposed be there, blocking and squeezing itself down into the esophagus and thus unpleasantly constricting their throats. So deep it went down into the guts of those wolves, then it began sucking whatever inside of their guts. Like some sort of flesh-formed straws, it was the woman's living intestines that were sucking dry and digesting any bits and pieces of the entrails, giblets and any kind of gastric secretions inside the wolves' guts; the living intestines fed the woman with such visceral innards,
And so, the woman was left with five warm furry skin devoid of blood and bones—only their skulls were left intact and stench of blood—covering her upper half body. That was what left intact and untouched, of the remaining bodies of five starving wolves from which her intestines were being pulled out through their still gasping mouths yet no longer were capable of sucking more the chilling air in,
And so, the woman was left with enough 'sustenance' to sate her hunger - that was 'supposed' to sate her hunger. Such was evinced by the relievement that her body felt; the solace she had been sought since then: flows of warm air that slowly flowed out of her still-intact lungs; no more spasm and muscles no longer were contracting; letting out a steady sigh… gently and unburdened… at last she could do quite a mind relaxing effort right now, and apparently—if not shockingly—could do quite a mind-twisting effort as well,
Began to regrow, the woman's lower body… new nervous system, new layers of flesh and veins at a rapid rate, later her new innards and organs… all were starting to re-shape themselves, and all were looking in a very good shape excluded the fresh color – all were looking so pale as though lack of blood. Although all were seeming alarming, nevertheless the woman's internal organs that were once digested inside the guts of those five lifeless wolves… reality spoke for itself… those were neither illusion nor the woman's wishes: having her stomach that once hollowed, now was crowded once again by fully working digestive organs with new layers of skin began to hover above those organs once more – smooth and soft yet pale looking skin that left no scars.
Hence the same thing could be said: began to regrow, the woman's lower limbs… bones of her lower back spine and waist, all were well covered in newly regenerated but the same pale skin; and eventually the two of her legs down to her toes began to regrow following that, and were covered underneath the same smooth and soft yet pale looking skin of hers… leaving no visible scars, as though the life-threatening wounds—the wounds that should've killed her in the first place—were never existed in the first place,
The once listless and was being half-eaten, the woman was now looking good and well, save that worrying complexion of her skin looking not just pale but extremely greyish dark to boot… living yet showed a sign that of livor mortis; emitting warmness that of a living being yet her countenance showed the otherwise,
"My throat burns still. My thirst has not yet been quenched…"
Her hunger might have faded away, unfortunately not with her thirst – seemingly unquenchable thirst for blood within her still remained the same…
"…and this stench of blood only drives it wilder,"
…no, her thirst just got even more lustful instead, for there was a stronger stench of blood she could smell, stronger than even the stench of blood of these five wolves that lingered still on their left-over skin and furs lingering still over her lying naked body above this frozen ground… just because it was the stench of no animal blood, it was the stench of human blood,
And so, this woman of long white-blonde hair began to get off her frozen solid bed… lifting her newly recovered body up to look for the source of this mouth-watering aroma, only then was startled. Only a second after her head was no longer lingering above the solid frozen ground, before she could even express her reaction of what the hell was going on here... and now, a shrieking voice of a young man came ringing to her ears and just passed her as if he was thrown at high speed, as though flying so violently, and eventually crashing down and bouncing off the solid frozen ground seemingly without any sign of being able to get a hang of his own balance as he continually was ragdolled backward so violently,
Such was force, and because of it, a big crater was created eventually in the ice when he finally got a hang of himself… only a few steps away next to the woman nonplussed by such a bewildering if not a horrific sight; of a badly battered young man rising back to his own feet from the depth of the crater caused by that quite an impactful landing of his. Crawling his way out of the depth of the crater jittery, the young man was seen stumbling with each step he dragged across the shattered ground of ice as he appeared sluggishly from the depth of the crater jittery,
The appearance of that battered young man, and thus revealing itself slowly to the clueless woman… regarding how dire the situation was at the moment needed to be contemplated once her mind was blank no longer and her wit was absent no longer; though the stench still was present, of blood that she lusted for, undeniably it was the blood of that battered young man,
Fresh and warm flowing blood that was dripping off his severed left arm; he came out of the crater with his right hand squeezing what was left of his left one, trying to stop—if he was able to—the bleeding. Luckily for him though, because of being exposed too much and too long to the chilling air; such frosty air helped him slowing down the flow of the blood out of his shivering body that ironically… was harmed badly by the same kind—if not the deadlier kind—of air. Many wounds of frost burn on his skin; mostly the left side of his face leaving him blind in the left eye and sweeping away the color from his hair, turning it white as ice and becoming less pliable like an icicle that could easily snap,
Yet his soothing smile however; as though it would never easily be snapped, that shooting smile of his remained persistent; even though clearly that was a smile to bear with this kind of excruciating pain, even a bit of frail and somewhat hopeless-sounding chortle, he got a moment to let it resonate as he stood shivering in cold next to the still-baffled woman, yet his stare… he focused his one remaining stare towards that who inflicted quite a 'refreshing' damage upon him,
"Hehe… hehehe~" the young man chortled, breathing out mist of frosty carbon dioxide and dew out of his panting lungs, "I don't think this would end quite well… The One Who Freezes the Lake of Life… turns out to be so much 'cooler' than I expected."