Inside it claws, having feasted upon the wealth of emotion that seeped from the host’s heart. It had grown in size, becoming fat with the abundance of honey sweet sustenance the host provided. It sat, perched heavily in the hosts cavity as though adding more weight to the already fatigued being it sheltered within, never hurting the host, never causing a problem, just sitting, digging it’s claws occasionally in that pawing motion cats do to stimulate milk from their mother’s teat, it too pawed, lapping up the raw grief it was rewarded with.
Perhaps now it was large enough to control its host, or even break free of it completely, sustained enough to emerge into a cold dark world beyond the warm, satisfying walls of the bone and muscle. No, the reassuring heartbeat of the host was comforting, the pain and fear that welled up inside of it was plentiful enough that it never seemed to cease. Why leave this place? Why go beyond the walls? The host would surely die if it lef