MAEA
If his gaze was on her, then her eyes was on the horizon. Safe up high where nothing could touch her, a calculating pace was set so that her white wings would not inadvertently take her so far and fast away that the creature below couldn't follow. She thought of it as a creature, by now. There was no semblance of intelligent thought in the haunting cries that echoed against rock and cliff-face, only hunger. A craving so ravenous and single-minded that it gave her chills. It was... sad, really. To be left so hungry, so blinded by need - she thought of what had been done to the Maverick, and wanted to weep at the cruelty he'd had to endure.
It was alright, though. She wasn't going to lead this poor soul on much longer. From her elevated position, she could see them now. Dark specks grazing on the other side of this ridge, their woolly bodies insulated against the heat; pyrina. Wild sheep, and plenty of them; even in his clumsy, thoughtless frenzy, even the creature stumbling along in her wake should be able to snag one. And she would help him, as best she was able. Then, once he'd sated his hunger, she'd be able to find out what kind of being it was that she had unleashed.
Diving low over the feral man's head, Maea let out a caw of encouragement, only to swoop out of reach again. This time she led him up the slope, along the best path she could find; over the ridge, and down again to the other side. And then she took off, straight towards the flock where she began to circle over their heads, cawing and distracting them from the wrath that would soon be set upon them.
It was alright, though. She wasn't going to lead this poor soul on much longer. From her elevated position, she could see them now. Dark specks grazing on the other side of this ridge, their woolly bodies insulated against the heat; pyrina. Wild sheep, and plenty of them; even in his clumsy, thoughtless frenzy, even the creature stumbling along in her wake should be able to snag one. And she would help him, as best she was able. Then, once he'd sated his hunger, she'd be able to find out what kind of being it was that she had unleashed.
Diving low over the feral man's head, Maea let out a caw of encouragement, only to swoop out of reach again. This time she led him up the slope, along the best path she could find; over the ridge, and down again to the other side. And then she took off, straight towards the flock where she began to circle over their heads, cawing and distracting them from the wrath that would soon be set upon them.
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