Aven shrugs. "Fine, more for me." The shadow tendril brings the poor creature over to Aven, who grabs it by the throat. Black particles gather around the small beast, and sink into it, causing black veins to appear on it's hide. The veins spread quickly, and after about ten seconds of struggling, the rabbit goes limp, becoming pitch dark in complexion before bursting into millions of particles, which swirl into Aven's waiting maw.
The last of the particles disappear into his mouth, and he closes it, licking his lips and letting out a sigh. "A bit gamey, I'll admit, but not bad. Could've used some spices, maybe a bit of nutmeg and basil." He glances at Ignis, taking closer note of the sword. "You naturally reached for your dagger before, is there a reason you would not draw that sword?"
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