I'll drown eventually so don't save me
Reaching Torchline had taken longer than expected, even knowing the Skyport and harbor were inoperable. Maea had gone anyway; taken a ship as far as it would go and traveled on foot the last stretch of the road. Through the flooded Ouerwoud in tiger form, and down into the devastation on two legs. She would have hurried, would have come sooner - but there was no quick way to get through a region under water, where every lodging and settlement lay broken and deserted.
She had cried when Hadama told her of the catastrophy. Now, in the midst of it, she knew why he couldn't. There just wasn't time for tears, for emotion, or pausing to take in the immensity of the tragedy. One step into the wreckage of Haulani and she was swept up in it. Empty hands filled in a heartbeat with carrying debris, carrying injured and elderly - carrying the dead. When she heard of the call for hunters to make a dent in the blighted creatures, she signed up without thinking twice about it. She could be awkward around old acquaintances later.
That didn't prevent her from approching Deimos with some trepidation, once she joined up at the meeting spot. They had never been close, but she still recalled the lessons he once gave her, instructions in combat and self-defense, and tales of his exploits had reached even her. The changes wrought to her since then made Maea self-conscious now; the horns, the tail she couldn't hide, the bloodlust singing in her veins - a little too eager for the hunt to come.
"Long time no see," she murmured in subdued greeting, maintaining a respectful distance. Hands tucked into black coat pockets, oblivious to the sweltering heat.
Maea brings everything on her profile (upgrades not functional) and a small pack of food, water and first aid supplies.
She had cried when Hadama told her of the catastrophy. Now, in the midst of it, she knew why he couldn't. There just wasn't time for tears, for emotion, or pausing to take in the immensity of the tragedy. One step into the wreckage of Haulani and she was swept up in it. Empty hands filled in a heartbeat with carrying debris, carrying injured and elderly - carrying the dead. When she heard of the call for hunters to make a dent in the blighted creatures, she signed up without thinking twice about it. She could be awkward around old acquaintances later.
That didn't prevent her from approching Deimos with some trepidation, once she joined up at the meeting spot. They had never been close, but she still recalled the lessons he once gave her, instructions in combat and self-defense, and tales of his exploits had reached even her. The changes wrought to her since then made Maea self-conscious now; the horns, the tail she couldn't hide, the bloodlust singing in her veins - a little too eager for the hunt to come.
"Long time no see," she murmured in subdued greeting, maintaining a respectful distance. Hands tucked into black coat pockets, oblivious to the sweltering heat.
Maea brings everything on her profile (upgrades not functional) and a small pack of food, water and first aid supplies.
Maea
