Maea
And I never know what to say
'Til I'm already walking away
Perhaps it was the cockiness of knowing that she could fix herself up again that brought on the self-destructive tendency. Maybe it had everything to do with the dark magic, and the fact that she was a creature of dark, and of chaos, and made to wreak havoc upon Caido's perfect balance. Maybe using this particular power only enhanced a twisted streak that had always lived inside her, brought it out to play for a moment until sanity returned to her.
Whatever the cause, it had her hissing as Hadama seized her around the wrist and hauled her off the ground, so suddenly that she lost grip on the chakram. The blade clattered to the ground, and for a moment she thrashed against his grip, wriggling like a kitten caught by the scruff of the neck and just as unable to make him budge.
When the mist rose, she fought against that too for an instant. But as the cool damp settled over her skin, the darkness slowly faded from her eyes, and the bruises snaking up her neck and along the veins around eyes and mouth faded. Blood ceased pouring from the deep gouges in her arm; scabs formed over jagged cuts, tender and oozing.
A shudder passed through Maea. For a moment she only felt numb, raw on the inside like she'd had too much to drink or cried for a very long time.
"'Dama..." she grated out, hoarse and with growing revulsion, "... you can put me down now."
She was starting to think that maybe this had not been a very good idea.
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Maea: 232/270 HP
Whatever the cause, it had her hissing as Hadama seized her around the wrist and hauled her off the ground, so suddenly that she lost grip on the chakram. The blade clattered to the ground, and for a moment she thrashed against his grip, wriggling like a kitten caught by the scruff of the neck and just as unable to make him budge.
When the mist rose, she fought against that too for an instant. But as the cool damp settled over her skin, the darkness slowly faded from her eyes, and the bruises snaking up her neck and along the veins around eyes and mouth faded. Blood ceased pouring from the deep gouges in her arm; scabs formed over jagged cuts, tender and oozing.
A shudder passed through Maea. For a moment she only felt numb, raw on the inside like she'd had too much to drink or cried for a very long time.
"'Dama..." she grated out, hoarse and with growing revulsion, "... you can put me down now."
She was starting to think that maybe this had not been a very good idea.
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Maea: 232/270 HP
Wanna punch you in the face
But I won't, but I might, but I won't
