Maea
And I only needed one more touch
Another taste of devouring rush
Another taste of devouring rush
He chose, or perhaps had the course of action chosen for him by nature, by nurture, by everything he had lived and seen and experienced in life. A hard life, by the sound of it, and Maea was not without sympathy for him. So she responded in kind, deciding to do him the honor of taking him very fucking seriously indeed. The Fyrhund was large and heavy, more so than her comparatively slender feline guise, but though she did not look it, Maea was strong. And she was ready for him.
Heaving herself up from where she sat, she met his attack head on. The teeth that clasped into her scruff stung and burned and she returned it two-fold by embracing him with bared claws, attempting to slam him into the ground with all her strength. Glowing blue-steel stripes shimmered with a heat that matched Asta's; it would not hurt him, but perhaps the warm drip of metallic runoff might be soothing. Not that she thought much of anything would get through to him in this moment.
Heaving herself up from where she sat, she met his attack head on. The teeth that clasped into her scruff stung and burned and she returned it two-fold by embracing him with bared claws, attempting to slam him into the ground with all her strength. Glowing blue-steel stripes shimmered with a heat that matched Asta's; it would not hurt him, but perhaps the warm drip of metallic runoff might be soothing. Not that she thought much of anything would get through to him in this moment.
But the room was so quiet
Whose side am I on?
Whose side am I on?
