Aithne
I can feel the flames on my skin
Aithne watches as the falcon is plucked from the tree like a ripe apple for the taking, and she runs after the two birds as they are whisked by Soren into the sky. She watches as the falcon struggles, scenting its blood in the air as it falls around her. It's not much of a meal, really, and a distant part of her mind recognizes that they will probably need to keep hunting after this kill is complete. But the bloodlust has well and truly taken over now, and all she can think of is tearing into the falcon, wetting her fangs on its blood, tasting the iron flavor as it coats her tongue.
So she follows from below, eager to see the aerial battle come to a close. That logical part of her mind wonders, briefly, how Soren will do it. A quick snap of the neck would be easiest, of course, but where's the fun in that? He could bring the falcon to the ground to share in the kill, which would, potentially, quell the hungry beast that has risen in her chest. But all she can do is wait and see.
So she follows from below, eager to see the aerial battle come to a close. That logical part of her mind wonders, briefly, how Soren will do it. A quick snap of the neck would be easiest, of course, but where's the fun in that? He could bring the falcon to the ground to share in the kill, which would, potentially, quell the hungry beast that has risen in her chest. But all she can do is wait and see.
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.
