They finally separate, and the challenge in the man's eyes is obvious. His threatening words have her considering her options through the swarm of bloodlust thoughts. She can try to outrun him, taking the ramphire with her, and probably getting caught with the added weight. She can fight him off and possibly lose her tasty meal, while also gaining some entertainment. Or she can offer to share. The last thought almost has her laughing aloud. Pirates don't 'share' anything but scuttlebutt and scurvy.
And by this point, the man is shifting into a large leathery beast, looking ready to trample her into the ground. Not left with many options, and quite content to shed more blood, she sets aside the limp carcass to even the odds. A scream of rage leaves her mouth as she pulls her second dagger from its sheath before sprinting forward to intercept his bulky form. "It's mine!" Sliding across the water slick cavern floor, Thal tries to twist beneath a wing, striking out with her daggers for any and all exposed surfaces.
And by this point, the man is shifting into a large leathery beast, looking ready to trample her into the ground. Not left with many options, and quite content to shed more blood, she sets aside the limp carcass to even the odds. A scream of rage leaves her mouth as she pulls her second dagger from its sheath before sprinting forward to intercept his bulky form. "It's mine!" Sliding across the water slick cavern floor, Thal tries to twist beneath a wing, striking out with her daggers for any and all exposed surfaces.
Lust's passion will be served; .
it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes
it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes
Thalassa
