Possy spends the next hour or so nursing her wounds and reconstructing her body through her grisly ritual, trading flesh for flesh and blood for blood.
She draws her knife and butchers the bird with ghoulish efficiency, cutting out lumps of flesh and stuffing them into her ripcage to reabsorb into herself.
By the time she's done with the body, only bones remain, which she neatly sorts and cleans.
After this times, she shakily rises to her feet and shakes the blood off of herself like a dog. She gives a long sigh.
And then she turns her attention to the prize of her kill: the wishbone.
That was an awesome session, GM. I had a lot of fun.
I'll type out Posey's next course of action tomorrow. I had an idea for what to do with Alluring seeks ago. For now, I must slumber.