[Without another word, Gamzee moved in a flash, tearing open the sack and fighting briefly with the struggling, panicking human before forcing their arms to the ground and shoving his head into the soft flesh of the person's throat. His razor-sharp fangs tore open their neck, filling the treehouse with screams and spurts of blood as it shot out of their carotid artery.]
[Soon, the screams were silenced, the flailing limbs stilled by the force of the vines restraining them, and the weakness the loss of blood afforded them. Gamzee was covered in blood opposite the color of his own, tearing literal chunks out of the corpse's neck, delighting in the warmth of the meat that had not yet left the body, and the feeling of the twitching veins still under his mouth.]
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[Soon, the screams were silenced, the flailing limbs stilled by the force of the vines restraining them, and the weakness the loss of blood afforded them. Gamzee was covered in blood opposite the color of his own, tearing literal chunks out of the corpse's neck, delighting in the warmth of the meat that had not yet left the body, and the feeling of the twitching veins still under his mouth.]