Told you not to worry, but maybe that's a lie
She hears them first. The scuff of boots and quiet snickers. It puts her on a casual alert before they even appear, annoyance making her movements even sharper than before. Her tail flicks like a whip behind her, the barbed tip snapping silently between two crates as she passes, splashing more alcohol onto the stash.
Then they make the stupid decision to step through the cavern's opening, into her domain of simmering chaos that just needs a tiny spark to set it ablaze. Thal doesn't even look at them, a vicious smirk on her lips when the bottle transfers back up to meet them then returns to soaking the barrels and crates. She swallows down the burning liquid, fueling the rage coil there, honing it to a blade of violence that glints in her eyes as she finally deigns to look at the ruffians. It's cold as steel and just as sharp, a cruel tilt of her lips flashing the fangs beneath. "And I didn't think anyone would be so excited to watch their friends die - but here we are."
Then, quick as a crack of lightning, her dagger is flying through the air, a death note signed in obsidian and delivered right to the second man's brain. In hers, Thal is picturing a dark haired brute with piercing blue eyes falling like a wet sack of bones onto the damp floor. The others don't even have time to process it before she's vanishing in front of their eyes, reappearing between them to bury her second dagger into a man's sagging belly. She drags it down, relishing in the blood that soaks her hands and the screams that rip through the air.
The men finally start to move, curses and panic flowing like music around her as she twists between them as nothing more than a whisper of smoke, fire trailing her fingertips as she winks in and out of existence. Her blade teases the remaining two, catching skin and pouring blood onto the floor to mix with the salt water. She can taste the tang of blood in the air, enjoying the pain, even if it can't be the person she really wants to hurt.
Then they make the stupid decision to step through the cavern's opening, into her domain of simmering chaos that just needs a tiny spark to set it ablaze. Thal doesn't even look at them, a vicious smirk on her lips when the bottle transfers back up to meet them then returns to soaking the barrels and crates. She swallows down the burning liquid, fueling the rage coil there, honing it to a blade of violence that glints in her eyes as she finally deigns to look at the ruffians. It's cold as steel and just as sharp, a cruel tilt of her lips flashing the fangs beneath. "And I didn't think anyone would be so excited to watch their friends die - but here we are."
Then, quick as a crack of lightning, her dagger is flying through the air, a death note signed in obsidian and delivered right to the second man's brain. In hers, Thal is picturing a dark haired brute with piercing blue eyes falling like a wet sack of bones onto the damp floor. The others don't even have time to process it before she's vanishing in front of their eyes, reappearing between them to bury her second dagger into a man's sagging belly. She drags it down, relishing in the blood that soaks her hands and the screams that rip through the air.
The men finally start to move, curses and panic flowing like music around her as she twists between them as nothing more than a whisper of smoke, fire trailing her fingertips as she winks in and out of existence. Her blade teases the remaining two, catching skin and pouring blood onto the floor to mix with the salt water. She can taste the tang of blood in the air, enjoying the pain, even if it can't be the person she really wants to hurt.
Thalassa
Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside?
