Dygra
Who indeed is Kiada to deny herself anything when the world folds and changes and crumbles around itself so often, only to become something new and bright and fresh?
Such are Dygra's tenets, and as the harpy feasts, she will truly feel herself seem stronger than from merely consuming the food alone; a sense of wellbeing and satisfaction will fill her, the sort that seems only possible from indulging in one's bloodlust on the rarest of creatures.
Dygra does not speak again, but the dark warmth of her presence will continue to envelop Kiada right up until the moment she decides to leave, and both she and her jacket will be better for it.
~FIN
Such are Dygra's tenets, and as the harpy feasts, she will truly feel herself seem stronger than from merely consuming the food alone; a sense of wellbeing and satisfaction will fill her, the sort that seems only possible from indulging in one's bloodlust on the rarest of creatures.
Dygra does not speak again, but the dark warmth of her presence will continue to envelop Kiada right up until the moment she decides to leave, and both she and her jacket will be better for it.
~FIN
