Maea
And I only needed one more touch
Another taste of devouring rush
Another taste of devouring rush
Simple greetings, void of questions she couldn't answer and condemnation she couldn't stomach. A tension eased between her shoulderblades, and a faint smile ghosted across her face, warming her features. Sharing it between the two men she knew, it winked out when she caught the third one looking at her.
"Oh, well enough. Keeping busy. I heard about Halo - I'm sorry I couldn't be there to help, too." More than Torchline or even the Grounds, Halo had won her heart a long time ago. Only her own intolerance for the cold kept her from making it her home once more.
With courtesies out of the way, she paid attention as Deimos went straight to business. Checking one final time that she had everything, Maea nodded acceptance of the requirement for stealth. When she moved to follow Deimos, there was a melting and changing of her features, a swell as lean limbs bulked up into a Molten Tiger's powerful body.
Mute to any Attuned attempts of communication, she made sure they had all seen her shift - to avoid accidents - and padded on silent paws into the depth of the eerie jungle. Scents of death and decay bombarded her nose, and the long tail flicked excitedly as she passed by Liam; shimmering hot metal strips narrowly missing him.
Maea shifts into her Molten Tiger form and heads off into the jungle.
"Oh, well enough. Keeping busy. I heard about Halo - I'm sorry I couldn't be there to help, too." More than Torchline or even the Grounds, Halo had won her heart a long time ago. Only her own intolerance for the cold kept her from making it her home once more.
With courtesies out of the way, she paid attention as Deimos went straight to business. Checking one final time that she had everything, Maea nodded acceptance of the requirement for stealth. When she moved to follow Deimos, there was a melting and changing of her features, a swell as lean limbs bulked up into a Molten Tiger's powerful body.
Mute to any Attuned attempts of communication, she made sure they had all seen her shift - to avoid accidents - and padded on silent paws into the depth of the eerie jungle. Scents of death and decay bombarded her nose, and the long tail flicked excitedly as she passed by Liam; shimmering hot metal strips narrowly missing him.
Maea shifts into her Molten Tiger form and heads off into the jungle.
But the room was so quiet
Whose side am I on?
Whose side am I on?
