And once the water starts to rise
and heaven's out of sight,
and heaven's out of sight,
She doesn't even flinch at the growls, tilting her head to see what the woman's reaction might be. Having your kill stolen from beneath your paws can be quite infuriating, and Thal wouldn't be surprised if she takes the advice of 'Don't hesitate' as a suggestion to lunge. But this Ancient seems to have enough self-control to choose humble diplomacy, shifting to thank her for the help.
Thal nearly scoffs, looking at the dead ash ferret with a nonchalance befitting her own experience. "Evidently so." It's not a criticism or judgement, but a blunt observation that she doesn't soften. Everyone has to start somewhere, although that doesn't mean she has any desire to teach this new Ancient how to hunt. And it definitely doesn't mean she wants to share.
Lifting the kill higher, her lips come up with undisguised distaste. "No. There's not much here to 'share,' and I prefer feeling the final beats of its heart as it pulses into my mouth." Her grin is sharp and wicked as she turns her eyes back to the woman, practically tasting the coppery tang of blood on her tongue. It's best felt when her lips are clamped around its aorta, pumping lifeblood into her waiting mouth as it slowly twitches in the throes of impending death. Something already dead doesn't give her quite the same thrill.
A soft thud sounds as she tosses the rodent back at the woman's feet. "All yours." Feeling like she was quite done here, Thal turns, preparing to leave.
Thal nearly scoffs, looking at the dead ash ferret with a nonchalance befitting her own experience. "Evidently so." It's not a criticism or judgement, but a blunt observation that she doesn't soften. Everyone has to start somewhere, although that doesn't mean she has any desire to teach this new Ancient how to hunt. And it definitely doesn't mean she wants to share.
Lifting the kill higher, her lips come up with undisguised distaste. "No. There's not much here to 'share,' and I prefer feeling the final beats of its heart as it pulses into my mouth." Her grin is sharp and wicked as she turns her eyes back to the woman, practically tasting the coppery tang of blood on her tongue. It's best felt when her lips are clamped around its aorta, pumping lifeblood into her waiting mouth as it slowly twitches in the throes of impending death. Something already dead doesn't give her quite the same thrill.
A soft thud sounds as she tosses the rodent back at the woman's feet. "All yours." Feeling like she was quite done here, Thal turns, preparing to leave.
she'll want the Devil on her team
Thalassa
