There are hungers that cannot be fed, only given sharper claws…

A ferocity of black honey amber, feral dark fur, and agarwood burning with Sulawesi cloves, black cardamon, and woody nutmeg.

"Who sniffs with joy before he drinks the blood:
And down his mouth comes to my mouth, and down
His dark bright eyes descend like a fiery hood
Upon my mind: his mouth meets mine, and a flood
Of sweet fire sweeps across me, so I drown
Within him, die, and find death good.”

- DH Lawrence

Art: Queen of the Night, Marjorie Miller, 1931