Thalassa
You could do anything,
if you only dared.
if you only dared.
The comment had Thal laughing; her head tilted up and her dark hair shifted down her back. She pointed her black igneous dagger at the woman, the blood-red lining hinting at its magic. A single eyebrow raised as she asked, "Are you sure? Not everything is what it seems." Like 'logs' in the water, or aggressive pirate captains.
As if on cue, a melody of voices crept from the waters nearby, cries of pain and grief. It slightly unsettled her, but she put on a sharply humored smile full of 'I told you so.' The appearance of the rubbery fins and anguished sounds could have been a saving grace for the stranger. Images of her friend flashed in her mind, eliciting a painful ache that starkly contrasted to the vicious violence itching to be released. The Ancient before her could not have looked more different than Maea, yet the combination of her and the cacophony of past sufferings ringing in her ears had Thal's smile fading to a soft frown. She glanced away in frustration at her own weakness.
In an attempt to grasp at the fleeting anger, she did what she did best: she brandished her dagger. With the practice only a pirate could flaunt, Thal spun to throw the weapon at one of the fins that bobbed above the water. It pierced through the surface with barely a splash. The sharks scattered as a cloud of red spread through the crystal blue waves. A soft bubbling was the only sign of the fire that tried to ignite as the creature finally floated to the top, struck cleanly through to the silver hilt.
Thal felt only minor relief at the release, staring coldly at the dead echo shark. Her own bloodlust was barely a tingle in the back of her mind, but it seemed a pity to let the meat go to waste. Glancing at the stranger, she gave a cocky grin. "You looked like you could use a lesson on hunting." A dramatic scan of her eyes preceded a soft chuckle. "And how to eat." Considering the woman was practically skin and bones.
As if on cue, a melody of voices crept from the waters nearby, cries of pain and grief. It slightly unsettled her, but she put on a sharply humored smile full of 'I told you so.' The appearance of the rubbery fins and anguished sounds could have been a saving grace for the stranger. Images of her friend flashed in her mind, eliciting a painful ache that starkly contrasted to the vicious violence itching to be released. The Ancient before her could not have looked more different than Maea, yet the combination of her and the cacophony of past sufferings ringing in her ears had Thal's smile fading to a soft frown. She glanced away in frustration at her own weakness.
In an attempt to grasp at the fleeting anger, she did what she did best: she brandished her dagger. With the practice only a pirate could flaunt, Thal spun to throw the weapon at one of the fins that bobbed above the water. It pierced through the surface with barely a splash. The sharks scattered as a cloud of red spread through the crystal blue waves. A soft bubbling was the only sign of the fire that tried to ignite as the creature finally floated to the top, struck cleanly through to the silver hilt.
Thal felt only minor relief at the release, staring coldly at the dead echo shark. Her own bloodlust was barely a tingle in the back of her mind, but it seemed a pity to let the meat go to waste. Glancing at the stranger, she gave a cocky grin. "You looked like you could use a lesson on hunting." A dramatic scan of her eyes preceded a soft chuckle. "And how to eat." Considering the woman was practically skin and bones.
And deep down, you know it too.
That’s what scares you most.
That’s what scares you most.
