charlie
Going to work, Charlie doesn't have the skill or strength that someone with the moniker of Butcher does, but she's efficient and knowledgable enough that once she's through the thick outer hide, there's little more than the usual thin sacs of organs within for them to deal with.
"Normally we'd be wearing white." The priestess explains, and though her voice is a touch low due to her ever darkening thoughts, she hasn't forgotten that this is a lesson in old-style worship. "You start fresh and pristine and by the end the robes are soiled beyond saving in order to serve as a visual representation of entropy." Given that her clothing has been largely burned away by the fire and that Danta's ribs are no longer properly aligned, Charlie doesn't think they've done too bad even without the robes.
"Next, we feast." Grinning as Danta seems to have already decided that for himself, the blonde nods. "When you hunt alone, it's a testament to your prowess as a predator as much as its to satisfy your bloodlust. In a group, it's an indication of just how powerful ancients can be when we're together." Tail switching, Charlie shoves aside the creature's less savoury innards that things like its liver and kidneys might spill out. Leaning back, the blonde toasts a bit of flesh in the fire, before decadently dropping it into her mouth.
"Normally we'd be wearing white." The priestess explains, and though her voice is a touch low due to her ever darkening thoughts, she hasn't forgotten that this is a lesson in old-style worship. "You start fresh and pristine and by the end the robes are soiled beyond saving in order to serve as a visual representation of entropy." Given that her clothing has been largely burned away by the fire and that Danta's ribs are no longer properly aligned, Charlie doesn't think they've done too bad even without the robes.
"Next, we feast." Grinning as Danta seems to have already decided that for himself, the blonde nods. "When you hunt alone, it's a testament to your prowess as a predator as much as its to satisfy your bloodlust. In a group, it's an indication of just how powerful ancients can be when we're together." Tail switching, Charlie shoves aside the creature's less savoury innards that things like its liver and kidneys might spill out. Leaning back, the blonde toasts a bit of flesh in the fire, before decadently dropping it into her mouth.
she's the giggle at a funeral
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
