It's a slow descent from euphoria, the cold brushing her spine like an insistent coaxing back to reality. She eases in her feast, taking a deep inhale of relief before ripping a last bite of muscle and sinew from the neck of the wolf. It splashes pleasantly on her tongue, a final relishing of her kill just as she sits back on her heels in the snow.
Blood clumps in the right side of her hair, framing the wild blue blaze of her eyes when she assesses the space. She spots Danta and Asta unharmed, enjoying their own meals. The other wolves have obviously taken the opportunity to escape, leaving the Ancients blissfully alone in their worlds of bloodlust and uninterrupted in the following haze of adrenaline.
Thal begins to clean her dagger with the edge of her tongue, positioning herself against the warm underside of the black beast. Knee propped and head tilted, she looks to the others. The break of silence is gentle, the draw of a sharpened blade, teasing without splitting the skin, an offer laced with delight. "There's an extra if either of you need more." She angles a bloodied blade towards the brown lump of fur still staving off the Deepfrost chill with the cooling blood. Being the smaller of the three (by a more than two feet combined), her bloodlust might be fierce, but she doesn't need quite as much to satisfy the urges. Even if she has yet to finish her current kill, it'd be a waste to leave so much meat after all that effort.
Blood clumps in the right side of her hair, framing the wild blue blaze of her eyes when she assesses the space. She spots Danta and Asta unharmed, enjoying their own meals. The other wolves have obviously taken the opportunity to escape, leaving the Ancients blissfully alone in their worlds of bloodlust and uninterrupted in the following haze of adrenaline.
Thal begins to clean her dagger with the edge of her tongue, positioning herself against the warm underside of the black beast. Knee propped and head tilted, she looks to the others. The break of silence is gentle, the draw of a sharpened blade, teasing without splitting the skin, an offer laced with delight. "There's an extra if either of you need more." She angles a bloodied blade towards the brown lump of fur still staving off the Deepfrost chill with the cooling blood. Being the smaller of the three (by a more than two feet combined), her bloodlust might be fierce, but she doesn't need quite as much to satisfy the urges. Even if she has yet to finish her current kill, it'd be a waste to leave so much meat after all that effort.
thalassa
i came committed, guess i overdid it
