Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Obediently she added the spices to her jerky. To be honest, it was something she would have done normally. Back when she cared to try, and didn't find raw meat to be appetizing. Probably there was some scraps of salt near the bottom of her pack too, though she hadn't opened it in a while to examine the contents. It was habit that had her lug the thing around anyway. In the Climb, it was easier to travel in animal form, and all she needed was right there; hot pools to soak in, ample food, rocky ledges and crevices to shelter in at night. It could have been a peaceful existence, if she only allowed the mind of the tiger to take over and stopped worrying. Getting tired of my own words
Alas, if she could do that, she wouldn't have been hiding out here in the first place. Instead of being at ease with herself and the world around her, she sat flipping jerky so that it would dry evenly, waiting for a pot to boil so that Hadama could remind her what it meant to share a meal with a friend. "Oh, that's good. Will it become a soup, or stew?"
Twisting a handful of flame into a miniature fire devil beneath the pot, hoping it would make the water boil faster, she considered. "Mmh, yes. I've never heard of either Fae or Mer experiencing the bloodlust. Have you?" He would know more about the mer than she, of course. "From what I've read, they are Rae's creations. While the Ancients are of Dygra." It could be a pointless difference that didn't mean anything, but it could also be all the difference in the world. "It just seems like the ancients are more... pure predator, if you know what I mean?" Certainly there were mer that had carnivorous shifts, but did their instincts ever override the human ability to reason?
"I just ask because... sometimes I wonder what I am. There's thoughts and feelings in my head that don't feel like me. Not like the way I used to be, at least. I want to be a kind, caring person that helps others, not hurts them. But that doesn't really... match up with what this body is telling me to do." Touching a palm to the space above her heart, Maea frowned softly as she watched the simmering water. It felt awkward, trying to explain what had been bothering her so much that she withdrew from him - him and others besides - but she thought she ought to try.
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
