Tall men with shaggy hair, their skin colours alternating like those of a human. Eyes a startling array of blues and purples, very few with green tints in their eyes. They usually wear ripped shirts, baggy pants, and gentle smiles. They are in themselves a lie.
Watch their eyes change, the colour draining out of them to flood their skin, leaving the whites of their eyes stained the colour of their normal skin, their irises a bleached white. Watch their grins turn feral, they need not grow in size and instead they grow smaller, though not by much. Sharp black teeth sprout from blood red gums as their skin grows taught on their face, their skull nearly visible. Gaze upon them, the beasts that stand and instil fear in the hearts and minds of others. Listen to the frequencies, the waves of power radiating off them, capable of killing a man. Or sustaining one. Listen to the brutal laughter, the human voice which echoes from their chests. Listen to the deep roar which can crumble buildings, and their deafening whistle that can shatter glass. Feel their influence, their control. These are not the ones who went wrong. Stand in awe of these skin and bones monsters, their strength hidden deep within, making you dare to believe them weak.
Feel their sharp claws grating against your rib cage, their teeth ripping away your flesh. Whimper at the glee in their eyes as they feast, sustaining you, amplifying your pain, eating you alive. Cower as they devour your organs, your strength. Cry as they rip out your heart, slipping it into their bags and biting through your delicate skull. Endure the crunching, scraping, grinding, snapping, breaking of who you are as they take your brain for their sustenance.
And rejoice as you wake within your body, your eyes new, smiling gently and watching your prey. Feel the power vibrating beneath your skin, writhing and waiting, a kaleidoscope of voices echoing in your mind, welcoming you, guiding you. Celebrate, for you are a lucky one. You are a worthy one. And you are no longer a no one.
You are an AK. You are a Feastling.
Now join your brothers.
