Maea
And I only needed one more touch
Another taste of devouring rush
Another taste of devouring rush
The island had a way of driving home the cycle of life and death in a very straight forward way. Normally dead and decaying things were allowed to break down before becoming nourishment for plants, but not here. Careless steps would yield a crunch of brittle bone, while her nose filled with a mingled odor of putrefaction, verdure and ocean brine.
Maea kept her eyes peeled where she wound her way through dense foliage, because she didn't trust her other senses. It was far too quiet. Hackles rose, a sense of something waiting, looming...
Black tendrils snaked forth in virulent hissing motions. Agile in her feline guise, the tiger spun around and slashed at the roots with her claws, perhaps a bit too eager to jump into the fray. Even getting near the whipping void-touched plant was unpleasant; she refrained from trying to bite them, unwilling to find out if there might be adverse effects of consuming such nether energies.
Maea turns around and swipe at the roots with her claws.
Maea kept her eyes peeled where she wound her way through dense foliage, because she didn't trust her other senses. It was far too quiet. Hackles rose, a sense of something waiting, looming...
Black tendrils snaked forth in virulent hissing motions. Agile in her feline guise, the tiger spun around and slashed at the roots with her claws, perhaps a bit too eager to jump into the fray. Even getting near the whipping void-touched plant was unpleasant; she refrained from trying to bite them, unwilling to find out if there might be adverse effects of consuming such nether energies.
Maea turns around and swipe at the roots with her claws.
But the room was so quiet
Whose side am I on?
Whose side am I on?
