Maea
Given the difference in size between the felled beast and her stomach, by the time she had sated her carnal cravings most of the animal remained untouched. Staggering to her feet, Maea would hardly recognise herself in the wild thing she'd become; bloodstained with the armour soaked to the elbows, grime and ash clinging to the velvet while red streaks crusted in her hair. Filthy, she was absolutely filthy and it felt good, so she stumbled over to Liam and plopped down by his feet with a dazed grin. Full to bursting, and strangely buzzed - like she'd had too much to drink and not nearly enough time to snuggle with her favourite person in the whole world.
"We did it," she told him with a smug little smirk. "Not gonna say I told you so, but also I told you so." Her words came out slurred; as she gazed up at him, he wouldn't quite focus in her eyes - probably because her pupils had widened enough that they nearly eclipsed her irises entirely. "Liiiiaaam... Liam what do we do with the rest? I wanna... do something. Like... something grand. Like back before the wars, when deeds actually meant somethin, you know what I mean?" Maybe he would understand, being a soldier and all. This had been an ordeal. A brutal battle they'd barely survived, followed by one where everything went right. It called for ceremony, for gratitude, for honoring the gods... but damn if her brain wasn't twisting itself into knots at the moment, ideas coming apart at the seams before they could consolidate into a plan.
"We did it," she told him with a smug little smirk. "Not gonna say I told you so, but also I told you so." Her words came out slurred; as she gazed up at him, he wouldn't quite focus in her eyes - probably because her pupils had widened enough that they nearly eclipsed her irises entirely. "Liiiiaaam... Liam what do we do with the rest? I wanna... do something. Like... something grand. Like back before the wars, when deeds actually meant somethin, you know what I mean?" Maybe he would understand, being a soldier and all. This had been an ordeal. A brutal battle they'd barely survived, followed by one where everything went right. It called for ceremony, for gratitude, for honoring the gods... but damn if her brain wasn't twisting itself into knots at the moment, ideas coming apart at the seams before they could consolidate into a plan.
And I am the monster that startles me
in the mirror
in the mirror
Table base by Skylark
