Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
Laughing at the quip despite it not really being all that funny, Maea slipped from her perch and let the fire die out from its loop around her shoes. The sun could do the rest of the work while they hunted; she wanted to fly, wanted to prowl through the underbrush and maybe accidentally set something on fire.
She was in a mood to watch things burn.
But that was not a very nice sentiment, so she swallowed it back and shook her head instead, leaving it up to chance what ended up on the menu. "So long as it can't hold a conversation, I'm fine with anything. Wanna scout from above? Maybe we'll find a bear, or at least something worthwhile..." Her smile had an edge to it, something tense and slightly feral that wasn't normal for the albino woman. Bloodlust was simmering in her veins, 'that time of month' bringing out sides she'd prefer to leave buried... but as she was in the company of one who wouldn't care if she showed some teeth or not, Maea tried to let it out without resisting. Not a monster, she kept repeating to herself; not a monster, just a predator. Like a wolf. Or a tiger. Or a crow.
Shifting into the latter, the bird launched into the air and winged around the clearing, waiting to see whether Thalassa would choose to join her or take some other approach. Moving improved her mood by several degrees; perhaps a good chase and the soft burn of exertion would help take the edge off.
She was in a mood to watch things burn.
But that was not a very nice sentiment, so she swallowed it back and shook her head instead, leaving it up to chance what ended up on the menu. "So long as it can't hold a conversation, I'm fine with anything. Wanna scout from above? Maybe we'll find a bear, or at least something worthwhile..." Her smile had an edge to it, something tense and slightly feral that wasn't normal for the albino woman. Bloodlust was simmering in her veins, 'that time of month' bringing out sides she'd prefer to leave buried... but as she was in the company of one who wouldn't care if she showed some teeth or not, Maea tried to let it out without resisting. Not a monster, she kept repeating to herself; not a monster, just a predator. Like a wolf. Or a tiger. Or a crow.
Shifting into the latter, the bird launched into the air and winged around the clearing, waiting to see whether Thalassa would choose to join her or take some other approach. Moving improved her mood by several degrees; perhaps a good chase and the soft burn of exertion would help take the edge off.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
