Maea
What you're given, what you live in
Darling, it finds a way to live in you
Darling, it finds a way to live in you
Maea didn't know it, but the slow smile that touched her lips as Liam agreed to hunt was quite sharp, and ever so slightly hungry. Even if she was telling herself that any anticipation stemmed entirely from the chance to explore a new area, the truth was perhaps a bit more complicated.
"I have a pair of throwing discs for combat," she replied, "and for the hunt I will use a shift." About to tell him about it, a sudden impulse had her scooting back from both Liam and the food instead.
With enough space to prevent accidents, the slender young woman stretched herself out on the ground, and shifted. Unlike with the crow, she grew rather than shrank. A rush of superheated air displaced by her change of mass sent dust and dried grass skittering along the ground, and as the Molten Tiger turned its head to gaze at the former dragoon, liquid metal slowly oozed from the blued-steel stripes. As pale as ever, Maea glowed even without the help of sunlight; glowed with heat, and with the ever present feline smugness that all cats regardless of form seemed to possess.
She did not think he would have any trouble telling her apart from any prey they might come across. If anything, she would have to make sure not to confuse his tracks for some other fragrant, tasty looking treat.
"I have a pair of throwing discs for combat," she replied, "and for the hunt I will use a shift." About to tell him about it, a sudden impulse had her scooting back from both Liam and the food instead.
With enough space to prevent accidents, the slender young woman stretched herself out on the ground, and shifted. Unlike with the crow, she grew rather than shrank. A rush of superheated air displaced by her change of mass sent dust and dried grass skittering along the ground, and as the Molten Tiger turned its head to gaze at the former dragoon, liquid metal slowly oozed from the blued-steel stripes. As pale as ever, Maea glowed even without the help of sunlight; glowed with heat, and with the ever present feline smugness that all cats regardless of form seemed to possess.
She did not think he would have any trouble telling her apart from any prey they might come across. If anything, she would have to make sure not to confuse his tracks for some other fragrant, tasty looking treat.
And your heart, love, has such darkness
I feel it in the corners of the room
I feel it in the corners of the room
