MAEA
There was a lot of sloshing and splashing going on in the dark. With her breath caught in the throat Maea listened to what sounded like a battle against gravity, slurping, coughing, hissing breaths that made her grateful for the dark alcove and the decision to hide.
The tearing of cloth sent shudders down her spine. Imagining what could have happened had she lingered on the bank to help this person up did not bear thinking. The mindless savagery, blind hunger - gods, what a nightmare she had set loose upon the world. Anything and anyone was in danger while this bloodlust raged. She was in danger.
She had to do something.
Thinking furiously, eventually the only thing she could come up with was to lead the ancient off, out of this cave and into another where there was something around to hunt. Her stomach swarmed with razor winged moths as she quietly, gently eased herself out of the crag... and let a pale gasp of flame light up over her head, to illuminate her pale, blood-stained form.
Only a moment she lingered, long enough to ensure that she had been seen. Then her delicate form shimmered and changed, twisting into a gore crow's wings and deadly beak, only her plumage was pale too, white as bone, white as the moon; and with a haunting caw it darted off across the cavern, in the direction of the far exit.
The tearing of cloth sent shudders down her spine. Imagining what could have happened had she lingered on the bank to help this person up did not bear thinking. The mindless savagery, blind hunger - gods, what a nightmare she had set loose upon the world. Anything and anyone was in danger while this bloodlust raged. She was in danger.
She had to do something.
Thinking furiously, eventually the only thing she could come up with was to lead the ancient off, out of this cave and into another where there was something around to hunt. Her stomach swarmed with razor winged moths as she quietly, gently eased herself out of the crag... and let a pale gasp of flame light up over her head, to illuminate her pale, blood-stained form.
Only a moment she lingered, long enough to ensure that she had been seen. Then her delicate form shimmered and changed, twisting into a gore crow's wings and deadly beak, only her plumage was pale too, white as bone, white as the moon; and with a haunting caw it darted off across the cavern, in the direction of the far exit.
Bleeding out for you
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
