Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
Perhaps it was surprising to have someone who turned when most Ancients had come from a different time when Dygra had a firmer hold on the world. It wasn't something that bothered her, not when she couldn't change the past or when she was born, but the transition itself had taken more than she might have thought, and it left the topic sore, the memories blank.
"No." Narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips, she didn't bother to explain, she couldn't explain. Beyond a tired awkwardness in her own body, she didn't remember the transition or anything before. Some days she was grateful for having lost it, while others had her wondering...
Preferring the topic of blood over her complicated lack of history, Thal raised a brow at the woman's apparent confidence. At least it sounded like she'd fed since awakening, although she had no idea how when she had the physical awareness of a stumbling foal. But the bloodlust was unmistakable, something every Ancient would recognize - along with its dangers.
"Just don't let it go to your head." She offered the flat advice, having failed in the task herself on many occasions, but not letting herself care if the idiot didn't want to listen. The woman had already proven to have a skewed perception of risk, having approached a dangerous predator without a single care or consideration. And now, she leveled her with a blunt, merciless gaze, not hesitating in her answer. "Yes." The woman would die very easily.
Glancing at the men to make sure they kept the work going, she gave a gesture of her head to follow before walking off to an opening on the deck. Her body slowly rolled and adjusted, preparing for the flight as she observed the cockiness flooding from the young woman. Thal scoffed, the shake of her head rustling dark hair down her back. "If you hit me, you can be the captain." Thick with sarcasm, she didn't bother to keep the words quiet, fully believing that if the inexperienced woman did manage to hit her, she didn't deserve to call herself a captain.
Without warning or preamble, Thal stepped forward in a quick lunge, her foot snagging out to hook behind the younger woman's and disrupt the horrendous balance she was trying to keep. It might have been harsh, but she never took things lightly, especially when it came to survival, and it would be better for the naivety to be broken by being flattened on her backside than stabbed in the gut.
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"No." Narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips, she didn't bother to explain, she couldn't explain. Beyond a tired awkwardness in her own body, she didn't remember the transition or anything before. Some days she was grateful for having lost it, while others had her wondering...
Preferring the topic of blood over her complicated lack of history, Thal raised a brow at the woman's apparent confidence. At least it sounded like she'd fed since awakening, although she had no idea how when she had the physical awareness of a stumbling foal. But the bloodlust was unmistakable, something every Ancient would recognize - along with its dangers.
"Just don't let it go to your head." She offered the flat advice, having failed in the task herself on many occasions, but not letting herself care if the idiot didn't want to listen. The woman had already proven to have a skewed perception of risk, having approached a dangerous predator without a single care or consideration. And now, she leveled her with a blunt, merciless gaze, not hesitating in her answer. "Yes." The woman would die very easily.
Glancing at the men to make sure they kept the work going, she gave a gesture of her head to follow before walking off to an opening on the deck. Her body slowly rolled and adjusted, preparing for the flight as she observed the cockiness flooding from the young woman. Thal scoffed, the shake of her head rustling dark hair down her back. "If you hit me, you can be the captain." Thick with sarcasm, she didn't bother to keep the words quiet, fully believing that if the inexperienced woman did manage to hit her, she didn't deserve to call herself a captain.
Without warning or preamble, Thal stepped forward in a quick lunge, her foot snagging out to hook behind the younger woman's and disrupt the horrendous balance she was trying to keep. It might have been harsh, but she never took things lightly, especially when it came to survival, and it would be better for the naivety to be broken by being flattened on her backside than stabbed in the gut.
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