Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
Thal returns his smile, the high of the hunt slowly melting off with the rain. She licks the blood from her lips, dragging her fangs over them for good measure before she rolls her shoulders, her eyes no longer the bright blue of a searing flame but the soft crashing of waves after a storm. "Much. You?" Not that he'd been nearly as blinded with rage as she was, but a good hunt could still help.
Unbothered by the layer of blood coating every inch of her, Thal moves to join Asta, propping gracefully on the allogater's stomach like it's a plush throne instead of a creature she just tore to shreds. Her legs cross casually as she slices a strip of meat from its side, finally sheathing her bloody dagger. She sinks her fangs into the muscle for something to snack on after her substantial meal, content to bask in the chaos they'd caused.
Thal leans back on her hand, glancing curiously to Asta. Between bites, she asks, "What does human taste like?" There's no beating around the bush, but the question is delivered with more tact than she might have given others, an open invitation to shut her up clearly on her face. She's aware that he may not want to talk to her about the habit that had caused him so much trouble, yet she's curious - about him, about cannibalism - and there's no judgement in her tone to indicate otherwise.
Unbothered by the layer of blood coating every inch of her, Thal moves to join Asta, propping gracefully on the allogater's stomach like it's a plush throne instead of a creature she just tore to shreds. Her legs cross casually as she slices a strip of meat from its side, finally sheathing her bloody dagger. She sinks her fangs into the muscle for something to snack on after her substantial meal, content to bask in the chaos they'd caused.
Thal leans back on her hand, glancing curiously to Asta. Between bites, she asks, "What does human taste like?" There's no beating around the bush, but the question is delivered with more tact than she might have given others, an open invitation to shut her up clearly on her face. She's aware that he may not want to talk to her about the habit that had caused him so much trouble, yet she's curious - about him, about cannibalism - and there's no judgement in her tone to indicate otherwise.
Thalassa
