Aithne
I can feel the flames on my skin
The bloodlust is strong today. It's almost as strong as the Longheat sun, which beams down on the fyrhund with a vengeance. She pants as she trots through the Outer Brambles, her dark eyes peeled for any sign of life. Unfortunately, it would seem that most living creatures have taken shelter - smart of them, considering the blistering heat. Perhaps when Soren had suggested they hunt, she should have advised waiting. But they had both been on edge, a sure sign that their bloodlust was rising, and so she'd given in readily enough. Besides, a hunt with her best friend was always a fun time for Aithne.
The fyrhund continues, glancing up periodically to find Soren. She trusts that he has her back, and he has a better vantage point than she to search for prey, so she's been taking direction from him. A challenge, given that shifted Ancients don't share the same bond that Attuned do, but one that they'd long since adapted to. She knows him better than she knows herself, after all, and it's always been easy to fall into a rhythm.
So she trots, and she follows, and she waits. If there is prey to be found, Soren will find it.
The fyrhund continues, glancing up periodically to find Soren. She trusts that he has her back, and he has a better vantage point than she to search for prey, so she's been taking direction from him. A challenge, given that shifted Ancients don't share the same bond that Attuned do, but one that they'd long since adapted to. She knows him better than she knows herself, after all, and it's always been easy to fall into a rhythm.
So she trots, and she follows, and she waits. If there is prey to be found, Soren will find it.
Crimson-red paint on my lips
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
