charlie
Following the sound of Danta's voice, a few more blinks has Charlie's night vision returning enough for her to spot the Maverick and go to him. Already having activated her Bloodboon, the priestess can only bounce her eyebrows before blowing in Danta's face. It'll take more time and health than she currently has to straighten his cracked ribs, but at least she can soothe the sting from his bloodier and more superficial injuries.
Stalking along behind him, as the Maverick opts for the lower road Charlie parts from his side and reaches out for the bear's pelt. Scrambling up its flank, the little ancient locks her legs just behind its shoulder, grasping at the thick ruff of hair around its neck. The combination of her size and the bear's anatomy makes it such that short of falling onto his back, the grizzly can't reach her. With a peel of laughter, Charlie rides the beast as she tightens the ring of fire around them.
The scent of heat and copper has the priestess's eyes growing similarly dark with bloodlust, and as she feels the grizzly's strength begin to wain beneath her, so too does her hunger proportionately grow. "I'm going to coat myself in your blood." She whispers to the dying creature as it turns, blind and immobile. "And each time someone fucks on your magnificent pelt, they'll remember how mighty you were." This is of no consolation to the bear, who continues to twist its head, snarling at Charlie over its shoulder and spraying thick streams of blood in a slowly shrinking circle.
Stalking along behind him, as the Maverick opts for the lower road Charlie parts from his side and reaches out for the bear's pelt. Scrambling up its flank, the little ancient locks her legs just behind its shoulder, grasping at the thick ruff of hair around its neck. The combination of her size and the bear's anatomy makes it such that short of falling onto his back, the grizzly can't reach her. With a peel of laughter, Charlie rides the beast as she tightens the ring of fire around them.
The scent of heat and copper has the priestess's eyes growing similarly dark with bloodlust, and as she feels the grizzly's strength begin to wain beneath her, so too does her hunger proportionately grow. "I'm going to coat myself in your blood." She whispers to the dying creature as it turns, blind and immobile. "And each time someone fucks on your magnificent pelt, they'll remember how mighty you were." This is of no consolation to the bear, who continues to twist its head, snarling at Charlie over its shoulder and spraying thick streams of blood in a slowly shrinking circle.
she's the giggle at a funeral
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
