Tanya screamed in pain and in rage, her nails digging hard into the leathery mass of scars that the berserker called a chest. Oh she saw them-- she saw everything. She was prying every attrocity, every horror, every bloodsoaked secret she could reach [i]out[/i] of Zande's body, to feed herself, to survive. That's right, she knew his name. Now she knew, and would know everything-- just like all the others. The Rules Snake was her. So Zande was a cannibal? He might just understand what Tanya is, as the light was torn away.

She dug her grip harder into its chest, feathers manifesting at her back once more, a binding contract written once again to the monster's skin. She gritted her teeth, feral in clawing her way out of the void. Another Binding Contract, applied at point blank range, would be all it would take-- followed by another, and another, and another. It was a spell that took concentration, time enough to set up, and focus to maintain; but what more did Tanya need? Perhaps the cannibal's fiendish will would hold the mortal coil until the end of days. This was fine. The Rules Snake, Tanya Hetairoi, would consume its soul for as long as it took...