Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
It's always great to see Asta in action, and as the allogator rips free of her dagger to lunge for her, she just laughs in its face, even granting it a cruel wave of her dagger as its jaw is crushed into an unhealthy shape. If it were to make it out of this interaction, Thal doesn't think it'd survive long anyways, unable to eat or drink through the mutilated form. Maybe that makes its death a mercy - not that the thought crosses her mind as she moves to flip the thing onto its back. The allogator writhes beneath the Butcher's weapon, blood splattering through the rain as Thal pins it with her hips, catching a flailing leg in her tight grasp.
With a vicious smile on her face, she slices through tissue, sinew, and eventually bone, nearly severing the leg from the allogator in a spray of dark blood that coats her from horn tip to tail - but it still hangs on by a string of tendon. It's a gruesome enough sight to churn stomachs less excited than Thal's, internal structures grinded and dangling on full display. Her hand wraps around the stringy structure, fangs bared in effort as she tugs, feeling more than hearing the rip that speaks of tearing tendons that give beneath the force. It finally releases with a deep growl of satisfaction, the creature letting out a screaming keen of pain while she throws the amputated limb off to the side, the coppery scent of blood filling her heart to soothe the rage boiling within. Her bloodlust can't wait another moment, singing through every fiber of her being as she leans forward like a reverent lover towards her prey's throat. But rather than a seductive kiss, she sinks her fangs into its jugular, feeling the racing pulse against her lips as she lingers there, soaking in the sensation. Then she bites hard, muscle and artery slicing easily as lifeblood gushes around her mouth in a broken floodgate of pressure.
Thal lets out a growling purr of delight, drinking in the first few beats of death while the allogator twitches beneath her. For just a second, her eyes flutter closed, the satisfaction pushing aside fury and rage until all she feels are her senses - the taste of blood, the scent of rain and carnage, the sticky blood between her fingers, the flash of lightning behind her eyelids, the sound of her breaths slowing. Then it passes, thoughts sluggishly returning as she releases her hold on the dead throat.
She rolls to stand from the limp figure, enjoying the suffering for a moment longer before looking to Asta. Her hair is ink splashed against her features, only the hint of a red sheen in the starlight, nearly glowing with the flash of lightning. Rain runs streaks through the blood on her skin as she lifts a dagger to her tongue, relishing the taste like she might sense the notes of pain amongst the copper, a wicked glint in her eyes.
With a vicious smile on her face, she slices through tissue, sinew, and eventually bone, nearly severing the leg from the allogator in a spray of dark blood that coats her from horn tip to tail - but it still hangs on by a string of tendon. It's a gruesome enough sight to churn stomachs less excited than Thal's, internal structures grinded and dangling on full display. Her hand wraps around the stringy structure, fangs bared in effort as she tugs, feeling more than hearing the rip that speaks of tearing tendons that give beneath the force. It finally releases with a deep growl of satisfaction, the creature letting out a screaming keen of pain while she throws the amputated limb off to the side, the coppery scent of blood filling her heart to soothe the rage boiling within. Her bloodlust can't wait another moment, singing through every fiber of her being as she leans forward like a reverent lover towards her prey's throat. But rather than a seductive kiss, she sinks her fangs into its jugular, feeling the racing pulse against her lips as she lingers there, soaking in the sensation. Then she bites hard, muscle and artery slicing easily as lifeblood gushes around her mouth in a broken floodgate of pressure.
Thal lets out a growling purr of delight, drinking in the first few beats of death while the allogator twitches beneath her. For just a second, her eyes flutter closed, the satisfaction pushing aside fury and rage until all she feels are her senses - the taste of blood, the scent of rain and carnage, the sticky blood between her fingers, the flash of lightning behind her eyelids, the sound of her breaths slowing. Then it passes, thoughts sluggishly returning as she releases her hold on the dead throat.
She rolls to stand from the limp figure, enjoying the suffering for a moment longer before looking to Asta. Her hair is ink splashed against her features, only the hint of a red sheen in the starlight, nearly glowing with the flash of lightning. Rain runs streaks through the blood on her skin as she lifts a dagger to her tongue, relishing the taste like she might sense the notes of pain amongst the copper, a wicked glint in her eyes.
Thalassa
