MAEA
Ducking under low hanging sections of the tangled ceiling, she wrinkled her nose at the mention of drugs and stolen goods. "Call me prude, but drugs have never held any appeal to me," she grunted, between shifting her footing between the roots in search of better perch. "Nor stolen goods - I had this really interesting piece of ghost whale bone some years ago. But some fucker stole it from me, and if I ever find him..." Leaving the threat hanging, she shook salt white hair from her face with an offended huff.
"That's a good thought, though. The hunting. So far I've mostly eaten what I catch." And set her sights on smaller game, in the hopes of one day getting used to the bloodlust and the way it tampered with her mind. "I just... It's not easy. Learning to be a whole new thing."
So far she thought she was doing a decent job of adjusting. But no one had asked anything of her so far either, so Maea had a suspicion that there were trials still to come.
"That's a good thought, though. The hunting. So far I've mostly eaten what I catch." And set her sights on smaller game, in the hopes of one day getting used to the bloodlust and the way it tampered with her mind. "I just... It's not easy. Learning to be a whole new thing."
So far she thought she was doing a decent job of adjusting. But no one had asked anything of her so far either, so Maea had a suspicion that there were trials still to come.
Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
