Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Her body felt stiff, limbs unresponsive. Partly from the cold and part from the traumatic experience of dying, she'd no doubt respond better if she hadn't been spending the past few months on her own, doing nothing. It took less than that to lose condition, heart, any taste for bloodshed and strife... Getting tired of my own words
Somehow Maea managed to dodge the knife that came flying at her. Put off balance, the sweeping kick to her legs dropped her to the ground. Her throwing disc clattered off along the dock, and with a grimace she aimed a kick at Thalassa's knees, even as she twisted to her side. Reaching for Thalassa's dagger, a cold dread settled in her gut as she fumbled it into her hand; then, with a growl of frustration and resignation Maea drove the blade into her own palm. Flames shot up from the obsidian dagger, and a darkness bled into her eyes as she lashed out at the pirate with bloodbane magic, draining strength from her equal to the damage Maea herself suffered.
It didn't feel right. It didn't feel good. She failed to see how this could be useful at all, but if the woman insisted... What did it matter that Maea felt sick with herself for giving in so easily? Even the pain in her hand became insignificant in comparison, and it didn't make an ounce of difference that Thal brought it upon herself.
Bloodbane (basic) | Can injure themselves for basic damage to weaken others at an upgraded level with a range of 10ft.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
