I fear no monsters, for no monsters I see.
She had to admit that the Ancient had a flair of his own, making her smile grow wider at the bloody massacre before her eyes. As Astaroth lifted a hand to push the hair from his face, she let out a loud laugh, watching as blood smeared across his face. He looked like a primitive caveman spreading war paint down his forehead, not that she looked much better. The thought didn't distract her from the shifting movement to her left. Flashing him a confident grin from her crouched position atop her kill, Thal lifted her dagger with two fingers. With the raise of a daring eyebrow, she flicked her wrist, releasing the blade to sing through the air, sinking into the space between the eyes of the last ROUS. The thud of the hilt was a great finale to the dangerous dance.
As if it were just another Tuesday, Thal lifted her remaining dagger to her mouth, letting her tongue run along the blood coating its black edge. A playful pout appeared on her face as she tasted the coppery tang in her mouth. "That was way too easy. I was hoping they'd put up more of a fight." Granted, it was hard for most opponents to stand a chance against the two blood-thirsty Ancients, but that didn't matter. The scuffle had only lasted a few minutes and she was left wanting more. More action. More violence. More blood. But now the ROUS sat heaped around them, lifeless and boring. But maybe that was just a little bit of bloodlust talking.
Sighing, Thal stood from her crouch, going to retrieve her other dagger, making sure to keep the red covering its surface. In the meantime, she didn't think Dygra would fault her for enjoying the spoils of their hunt. Her flames dissipated into the fog, bringing the scene into a sinister darkness or carnage. Smiling sharply at Astaroth, she flippantly gestured with her weapon to the carcasses. "Would you care to join me?"
As if it were just another Tuesday, Thal lifted her remaining dagger to her mouth, letting her tongue run along the blood coating its black edge. A playful pout appeared on her face as she tasted the coppery tang in her mouth. "That was way too easy. I was hoping they'd put up more of a fight." Granted, it was hard for most opponents to stand a chance against the two blood-thirsty Ancients, but that didn't matter. The scuffle had only lasted a few minutes and she was left wanting more. More action. More violence. More blood. But now the ROUS sat heaped around them, lifeless and boring. But maybe that was just a little bit of bloodlust talking.
Sighing, Thal stood from her crouch, going to retrieve her other dagger, making sure to keep the red covering its surface. In the meantime, she didn't think Dygra would fault her for enjoying the spoils of their hunt. Her flames dissipated into the fog, bringing the scene into a sinister darkness or carnage. Smiling sharply at Astaroth, she flippantly gestured with her weapon to the carcasses. "Would you care to join me?"
because all this time the monster has been me.
THALASSA
