You rest in a newly-crushed clearing and sigh heavily, your belly packed, swollen and round with prey. Among the wreckage on the road are several wagons left without a trace of the dozens of imperial soldiers, imperial prisoners, or even the numerous draft horses for that matter. Faint screams and squirms emminate from your overstuffed gut. You smile and belch, letting off a smell of death and digestion. A loud gurgling comes from your belly, followed by a groan and some churning. The tightly packed matter in your belly begins to soften, sloshing around as you move.
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