Maea
And time it waits for no one
It heals them when you die
It heals them when you die
Someone was carried in. Watching as a pair of sturdy farmers shifted an unconscious body onto a bench near the entrance, she caught a glimpse of fresh bandages and a whiff of blood. Running her tongue over sharp fangs that itched from the odor, Maea shrugged and turned back to her own thoughts. Or tried to. A restlessness brought on by hunger kept the serenity away. Not even thoughts about the gods could stave off the dark craving - and if she was to believe Danta, it was not something she even ought to do.
On the bench, the man was stirring. Why he hasn't been left in the Infirmary she didn't know; little sounds came off him like fanfares in the echoing chamber, too loud for privacy on either side. Maea sighed. Shifted uncomfortably. Maybe she should just... leave. Try some hunting, and see if it helped this time.
When a rough voice interrupted the stillness, she was almost glad for a reason to get up. Rising, she pulled the ragged black clothes into place on the thin body and padded on bare feet across the stone floor. Graceful in her movements, there was something feline in the gaze that took in the man, cool and distant and thoroughly unimpressed. White horns protruded from the shock of white hair that tumbled freely down her shoulders, and a tail as stark white as the rest of her skin coiled lazily about her legs.
"Good," she replied to the nonsense he sputtered, "I could do with a bit of fun." Looking the man up and down, she raised a pale brow while folding her arms across the chest. "If you don't mind my saying so, it looks like something has already had it's way with you. Are you sure you're in a state to do anything at all?"
She would have said no. But she also possessed a stubborn nature that refused to accept when she needed help, and the gleam in this person's eyes was a touch too familiar.
On the bench, the man was stirring. Why he hasn't been left in the Infirmary she didn't know; little sounds came off him like fanfares in the echoing chamber, too loud for privacy on either side. Maea sighed. Shifted uncomfortably. Maybe she should just... leave. Try some hunting, and see if it helped this time.
When a rough voice interrupted the stillness, she was almost glad for a reason to get up. Rising, she pulled the ragged black clothes into place on the thin body and padded on bare feet across the stone floor. Graceful in her movements, there was something feline in the gaze that took in the man, cool and distant and thoroughly unimpressed. White horns protruded from the shock of white hair that tumbled freely down her shoulders, and a tail as stark white as the rest of her skin coiled lazily about her legs.
"Good," she replied to the nonsense he sputtered, "I could do with a bit of fun." Looking the man up and down, she raised a pale brow while folding her arms across the chest. "If you don't mind my saying so, it looks like something has already had it's way with you. Are you sure you're in a state to do anything at all?"
She would have said no. But she also possessed a stubborn nature that refused to accept when she needed help, and the gleam in this person's eyes was a touch too familiar.
And soon you are forgotten
A whisper within a sigh
A whisper within a sigh
