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charlie

"It's a good indication of how cohesive the ancients in any given area are." The blonde explains as she dines on fire-seared bear meat. "Newer groups tend to hunt alone which means the kills are usually smaller." Rabbits, foxes, birds. "And so bloodlust is more frequent." Which, in Charlie's opinion, wasn't a bad thing at all. "But hunting together allows for much larger game." Whether there's a breeze that billows through or if it's something the priestess has done intentionally, the fires around them crackle and hiss for a moment. "Imagine taking down a dragon. The power you'd feel. The fully-body satisfaction of having killed a beast of that size and strength."

Shivering at the thought, Charlie closes her eyes and tilts her chin upward slightly, savouring the taste of flesh sliding down her throat. Moaning a low note of pleasure, the blonde's blue eyes pop back open. For as large as the grizzly was, its ribs were just as narrow at the center as any other creature's such that despite her small stature, Charlie was able to snap enough free for her to slide her hands through and pull at its heart. Using her teeth to sever the thick ventricles holding it in place, the priestess pulls back, holding the bloody organ to her chest. "If I ever die in your company, promise me you won't let my heart go to waste?"

she's the giggle at a funeral

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!