Maea
And I only needed one more touch
Another taste of devouring rush
Another taste of devouring rush
It was a satisfying hunt, and largely thanks to Danta's practiced diversion. The chase was brief but intense and ended with her teeth buried in the pyrina's throat. The moments that followed were a haze of blood and meat, hungry and ferocious at first, though calming steadily the deeper into the prey she chewed herself.
With the carcass sufficiently opened, she had no objection to the crow's presence. If it made her a companionable tiger or just too hungry to care about a few morsels disappearing down his gullet was hard to say. In the moment, she was content. Happy, even. It wasn't until later, when her mind came down off the high and she settled back to clean herself off, that the thoughts started to flood back in.
Embarrassment came first. Guilt was a close second, with a slew of mixed emotions in tow; it felt like she'd been caught doing something she'd swore never to do, and in front of the one person she didn't enjoy losing face around. She fully expected that he'd prod her about it. The bloodlust, the hunt, the way she had lost all sense of control...
Flopping over on her side, Maea watched him over the carcass with resigned patience, just waiting for the taunts to come.
With the carcass sufficiently opened, she had no objection to the crow's presence. If it made her a companionable tiger or just too hungry to care about a few morsels disappearing down his gullet was hard to say. In the moment, she was content. Happy, even. It wasn't until later, when her mind came down off the high and she settled back to clean herself off, that the thoughts started to flood back in.
Embarrassment came first. Guilt was a close second, with a slew of mixed emotions in tow; it felt like she'd been caught doing something she'd swore never to do, and in front of the one person she didn't enjoy losing face around. She fully expected that he'd prod her about it. The bloodlust, the hunt, the way she had lost all sense of control...
Flopping over on her side, Maea watched him over the carcass with resigned patience, just waiting for the taunts to come.
But the room was so quiet
Whose side am I on?
Whose side am I on?
