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
Blinking slowly at the extensive scraping and tapping the hound was engaged in, she relaxed upon realizing that this truly was not Astaroth after all. She could not imagine the Butcher doing something so thoughtful as scribing out his name in the dirt - not when he could simply shift back and speak. The question as to why this fyrhund was going through the effort remained, but as it stepped back to allow her a clear view, she decided it might be for the same reason as her own; Maea simply couldn't be bothered to shift.
Stretching out her spine with a somnolent yawn, the tigress sauntered over to read the letters. Possibly she was surprised to discover that Sah was attuned, in addition to his other gifts; it was hard to tell, for there was only so much a pale-eyed stare and the tilt of a head could convey. She did incline her neck though, offering an affectionate headbutt if he would allow it; they had met so recently that they began to seem like true friends over mere acquaintances in her eyes.
Stretching out her spine with a somnolent yawn, the tigress sauntered over to read the letters. Possibly she was surprised to discover that Sah was attuned, in addition to his other gifts; it was hard to tell, for there was only so much a pale-eyed stare and the tilt of a head could convey. She did incline her neck though, offering an affectionate headbutt if he would allow it; they had met so recently that they began to seem like true friends over mere acquaintances in her eyes.
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
