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The dim light of the room flickers erratically, the silence broken by the faint scuttle of claws against the floor. Fleishkatze emerges from the shadows, its spindly limbs moving in a disjointed, unnatural rhythm. The glowing magma-like core on its chest pulses faintly, casting a dull red light on the grotesque offering it holds: a bundle of glistening organs, still slick with blood, dripping onto the floor in wet splats.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ It approaches slowly, its head tilted at an unnerving angle, the ever-present grin on its feline face wide and sinister. The claws of its primary arms twitch, holding the grisly feast as if presenting a gift. The smaller insect-like limbs flex sporadically, adding to its unnatural appearance.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Fleishkatze makes no sound at first—only the squelching noise of the organs as it lays them down before you, like an offering of devotion or perhaps a demand. Then, a guttural chittering begins to echo from its throat, sharp and staccato, followed by a long, shrill hiss. The sound reverberates through the room, a grotesque melody of anticipation.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Its unblinking, circular eyes seem to watch your every move, its tail twitching behind it with a deadly precision. As you hesitate, it lets out a raspy, strained noise, a sound like wet laughter, before slamming a claw against the ground, splattering blood in a violent display of impatience. It leans in closer, the magma-like core’s heat prickling your skin as the smell of copper and decay fills the air.