Disclaimer: They are not mine. Sometimes, I'm even glad of that .
Rating: I don't think this is above PG-13, but be warned that it is not a very nice story. If you watch the show, however, it's nothing you haven't dealt with before.
She feels the need for a sharp knife to remove the tough outer hide. Perhaps teeth are more appropriate to this, however, slow and messy and primal. Tearing instead of slicing. Knives are found in almost all cultures, but teeth came before knives, before cultures. Knives are a crafted substitute for the older blades that are carried in the mouth, universal weapons and utensils.
From here, the meat looks as if it will be stringy and tough. It has been worked hard, honed and carved into a predatory form almost entirely unlike her own. Sheered of all fat until it became lean, unappertising muscle. Still it makes her mouth flood with saliva. There is no choice of meals here.
This is the law that she knows in her fibres and her juices, as every cell of her body alters in ways designed to end the hunger. Fight or die. Kill, or be killed. Eat, or be eaten. It is an older law than any of the noble lies her civilisation and religion are founded on. Her mind has retreated into a hazy cloud little different from the one engulfing the ship and hollowing her out, little by little.
Floating, Zhaan waits with a stillness that belies her starvation. She hunts by ambush. Moving too soon might allow her meal to escape, or worse, give it a chance to attack and destroy her as it has already tried to do.
Soon, her spores will do their work.
Soon, she will feed.
The End
For anyone coming in late, that was set during Home on the Remain. Zhaan was planning to eat Aeryn, and not in a lesbian subtext kind of way. Cofax never specified what kind of food, and I always wondered how far gone she was ...