- You think that you're the man. I think, therefore, I am. -
She doesn't fault the crow for getting in while he can, hearing the low keen of the shark as it tries to flick and flip its tail closer to the water, and away from the brutal assault that's already begun. Like a force of untamed chaos, blades and fire flick to life around her, a low hum in her chest as they connect with its flank, digging deep into the muscle to sizzle and sear in a pleasant aroma. Her blades crisscross along the side, the echo shark squirming helplessly under her violence.
Grabbing the top fin, she flips from one side to the other with easy grace, shredding the other side in equal measure; but it's no fun when the prey just flops around - there's no danger or excitement in the hunt. A flicker of a thought makes her consider finishing the poor excuse for a fish, glancing up to its head.
Thal attempts not to look surprised, but it's hard to do when she finds herself in a different spot that she'd just been, her dagger pressing against the creature's jugular. She hesitates for only a moment in her disorientation before plunging the blade into the soft tissue, the blood pooling around her hand, soaking into the sleeve of her black shirt and down to her pants below. It doesn't bother her as she watches the life bleed from the shark in a matter of seconds, the fight slowly leaving it, the beady eyes becoming dull in the sunlight, and finally the beat of its heart slowing to a stop at her fingertips.
Not fazed in the slightest, she stands, letting the carcass drop to the ground with a limp thud of sand before turning to Danta with a sharp grin. "Sorry. Did you want to join in?" There's a wicked gleam in her eyes that says he should have been quicker if he did, her tongue reaching out casually to lick the blood dripping from her blade despite the splattering on her face.
Grabbing the top fin, she flips from one side to the other with easy grace, shredding the other side in equal measure; but it's no fun when the prey just flops around - there's no danger or excitement in the hunt. A flicker of a thought makes her consider finishing the poor excuse for a fish, glancing up to its head.
Thal attempts not to look surprised, but it's hard to do when she finds herself in a different spot that she'd just been, her dagger pressing against the creature's jugular. She hesitates for only a moment in her disorientation before plunging the blade into the soft tissue, the blood pooling around her hand, soaking into the sleeve of her black shirt and down to her pants below. It doesn't bother her as she watches the life bleed from the shark in a matter of seconds, the fight slowly leaving it, the beady eyes becoming dull in the sunlight, and finally the beat of its heart slowing to a stop at her fingertips.
Not fazed in the slightest, she stands, letting the carcass drop to the ground with a limp thud of sand before turning to Danta with a sharp grin. "Sorry. Did you want to join in?" There's a wicked gleam in her eyes that says he should have been quicker if he did, her tongue reaching out casually to lick the blood dripping from her blade despite the splattering on her face.
Thalassa
- I'm not your friend or anything, damn -
