Blood and Bile

Before the world came to be there was nary beginning nor end nary sky-shield nor night-wheel nary war-garb nor shield-foe nary fate-heeder nor fate-weaver nor any thing living or dying or dead. Ranvir ripped meat from bone the dew of deep wounds dribbling between his fingers. He packed the flesh into his teeth-house chewing happily. His wife gaped at him word-land soundless forehead-stones devoured long ago and wound-necklace torn from ear to ear. She had never looked more beautiful. His hands probed into her bloods-seat for another bite nails scraping against cartilage fingers squeezing organ and fat seeking a tasty morsel. Ranvir heard the rasping of his tent flap open but did not turn from his meal. Snaers brisk breath briefly touched his back. and then he felt it no more. He swallowed another mouthful and pulled at his wifes skin to gaze at the glossy remains. A voice light and feminine spoke. Ranvir?