Thalassa
I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell.
I wanted to shout about it.
I wanted to shout about it.
It didn't take them long to find the source of the scent. The wolves hovered over the luxere, tantalizing blood dripping into the white snow, making her vision narrow dangerously. When the presumed alpha stepped forward to challenge the hunting party, she trembled in barely contained restraint. She wasn't in the mood to posture over dominance.
Thal gave a wicked fanged grin and pulled a dagger from her sheath. With barely a glint of the blade, she had it flying at the leader on a straight and deadly course. Even if it missed, she doubted the pitiful creatures would escape the Ancients.
Thalassa throws her dagger at the leader.
Thal gave a wicked fanged grin and pulled a dagger from her sheath. With barely a glint of the blade, she had it flying at the leader on a straight and deadly course. Even if it missed, she doubted the pitiful creatures would escape the Ancients.
Thalassa throws her dagger at the leader.
But all I could do was whipser,
"I'm fine."
"I'm fine."
