Maea
And I only needed one more touch
Another taste of devouring rush
Another taste of devouring rush
The Molten Tiger was a white blur in the darkness, a swift death in motion. And the girl within it knew only hunger and bloodlust in that moment, as she leaped for the rear end of the deer and sank her sharp talons into its skin. Red seeped through the puncture wounds, soaking into white fit, spilling onto the ground when the force and weight of the tiger wrestled the creature down and held it fast.
The doe let out an awful sound, pain and terror lamenting its violent demise - but in that moment, Maea knew it as a victory song, goosebump inducing, a dinner bugle announcing that dinner was served. Before the prey was even properly dead she was tearing at the tough hide with her teeth, ripping open skin and flesh to expose quivering muscle.
And so the feast began. Of flesh and blood, hastily devoured in ravenous swallows - quickly, before the lial could snatch it away and keep it for itself.
The doe let out an awful sound, pain and terror lamenting its violent demise - but in that moment, Maea knew it as a victory song, goosebump inducing, a dinner bugle announcing that dinner was served. Before the prey was even properly dead she was tearing at the tough hide with her teeth, ripping open skin and flesh to expose quivering muscle.
And so the feast began. Of flesh and blood, hastily devoured in ravenous swallows - quickly, before the lial could snatch it away and keep it for itself.
But the room was so quiet
Whose side am I on?
Whose side am I on?
