And Harth pulled her up into his arms, checking her response. None. She was out, unconcious. A painless end for her. How merciful was he. He couldn't have her screaming, could he? No. Not with such tight knit networks.

He didn't hesitate after that, not a moment longer did he allow his face to stay the same. His changed, face distorting to that of the beast, the demon inside. He bared his fangs, turning Toph's head to access her neck before taking a bite, and he drank. And drank. And drank until he felt her heart slow to a crawl, and then not moments later, til it stopped. Until her heart was done, her veins tight and empty.

Toph the Earthbender was no more.