Thalassa
I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell.
I wanted to shout about it.
I wanted to shout about it.
The note had found her at the perfect time. As the swelling need to devour built in her like a cresting wave. Her mouth watered at the thought of satiating that hunger, and she'd quickly followed to the designated meeting place.
Thal pulled her own cloak tighter around her body in an attempt to block the increasing chill of Deepfrost. It didn't have an ounce of mercy for her or her numb fingers, but then again, she didn't have any for the prey she planned to hunt. All animals had to follow their instincts and hers were screaming to kill.
Every thought seemed to be consumed by the idea of blood and the coppery taste on her tongue. Even as she found Maea waiting beneath the tree, she only fleetingly acknowledged the woman with a nod, more focused on the sights and sounds around them. Of what they may indicate nearby. And what warm sustenance they might contain.
Thalassa arrives for the hunt!
But all I could do was whipser,
"I'm fine."
"I'm fine."
