Whatever Thal had been expecting, it wasn't 'Astaroth is a cannibal.' The widening of her eyes said as much as she stopped swirling the scotch in her glass. "No. He hasn't told me that." She listened intently, uncertain how she felt about the knowledge. It had certainly been a different time then; she'd seen his scars to prove it, but it was a strange practice to continue now, after they'd talked so much about change. However, she also didn't understand the appeal of it. Was the thrill of the hunt stronger? Did they taste better? What was the reason? She'd have to ask him next time. Not that she cared much. As long as he wasn't trying to eat her or someone she cared about, that was his business. But why hadn't he told her?
Unlike Maea, she wasn't as bothered by the torture, having seen plenty of blood and cruelty from pirates. Her stomach was long adjusted to the practice. Although she didn't participate as often anymore, she herself had done plenty of unsavory things to people. Eating them was another matter, but she'd used her teeth for pain or pleasure on multiple occasions. It just depended on the crime.
Tilting the glass in her hand, she watched the way the liquor caught on the firelight. She thought a moment before turning back to Maea with a raised eyebrow. "Sounds interesting. What did the man do? Did he deserve it?"
Unlike Maea, she wasn't as bothered by the torture, having seen plenty of blood and cruelty from pirates. Her stomach was long adjusted to the practice. Although she didn't participate as often anymore, she herself had done plenty of unsavory things to people. Eating them was another matter, but she'd used her teeth for pain or pleasure on multiple occasions. It just depended on the crime.
Tilting the glass in her hand, she watched the way the liquor caught on the firelight. She thought a moment before turning back to Maea with a raised eyebrow. "Sounds interesting. What did the man do? Did he deserve it?"
thalassa
so don't waste the time i don't have
