Maea
"I need to hunt," Maea had announced tersely, a few days after the incident with the Voidforged fyrhunds. "Come if you want, or wait here - but I'm going." Spending a few days together in the sanctuary of the crystal-clad cave and visiting with Dygra had done much to restore her back to her normal self - but that normalcy came with its own ups and downs. When she began to frown over hardtack, cheese and dried fruit, and when her temper sharpened under a chafing restlessness, she was reminded all over again that peace for an Ancient was short lived, changing with the seasons.
For perhaps the first time, she raged over the restrictions her goddess had placed upon her. Sating the bloodlust would be quick and easy in the dragon's guise, yet Dygra had specifically said to do it without shifts if she wanted to also improve her armor, and thus she found herself trudging along the jagged coastline of Angel's End with her pack tossed over a shoulder and the velvet armor dress swishing around her legs, quietly seething for seemingly no reason. She kept herself several strides ahead of her companion, who had fallen back to ride along on Liam's shoulder; her partner whom she had avoided looking too long at for the better part of the day now. Worried she might snap at him, or give in to a maddening hunger for him that would see them back in the bedroll for the rest of the year. Not a bad prospect, to be sure - but not something either of them needed right now. She was searching for a Lial, which wasn't unlike digging for the famed needle in a haystack - with the caveat that she could have burned the haystack down to ashes and sifted the needle out. Lials didn't burn - she'd have to actually search for one this time.
For perhaps the first time, she raged over the restrictions her goddess had placed upon her. Sating the bloodlust would be quick and easy in the dragon's guise, yet Dygra had specifically said to do it without shifts if she wanted to also improve her armor, and thus she found herself trudging along the jagged coastline of Angel's End with her pack tossed over a shoulder and the velvet armor dress swishing around her legs, quietly seething for seemingly no reason. She kept herself several strides ahead of her companion, who had fallen back to ride along on Liam's shoulder; her partner whom she had avoided looking too long at for the better part of the day now. Worried she might snap at him, or give in to a maddening hunger for him that would see them back in the bedroll for the rest of the year. Not a bad prospect, to be sure - but not something either of them needed right now. She was searching for a Lial, which wasn't unlike digging for the famed needle in a haystack - with the caveat that she could have burned the haystack down to ashes and sifted the needle out. Lials didn't burn - she'd have to actually search for one this time.
And I am the monster that startles me
in the mirror
in the mirror
Table base by Skylark
