When the pressure releases, Thal is tempted to jump back into a fight, taking the man by surprise, but the heaviness of her body keeps her from doing more than prop up with painful slowness. To make up for her inability, she continues to glare up at him, undisguised malice at the lack of a victor. Perhaps they would settle it another day. Until then, she grunts at the word 'compromise' and watches him pull the ramphire closer, cautiously sitting up to share the food.
"Thalassa." She says in response, too exhausted to give her full name and title. Maybe once her anger dies down, she'll feel more inclined to share. For now, despite the now sluggishly lukewarm blood, she devours the throat, letting it mix with the blood of her own injuries. Her hunger is dampened by the fight and her initial consumption, however, she determines to eat as much, if not more, than Danta. So Thal keeps a death grip on her portion of the meal, continuing to shoot glares his way as she gorges herself.
"Thalassa." She says in response, too exhausted to give her full name and title. Maybe once her anger dies down, she'll feel more inclined to share. For now, despite the now sluggishly lukewarm blood, she devours the throat, letting it mix with the blood of her own injuries. Her hunger is dampened by the fight and her initial consumption, however, she determines to eat as much, if not more, than Danta. So Thal keeps a death grip on her portion of the meal, continuing to shoot glares his way as she gorges herself.
Lust's passion will be served; .
it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes
it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes
Thalassa
