Aithne
I can feel the flames on my skin
Aithne can still taste the hawk's blood on her tongue as its life is taken by Soren.
She can sense the moment its heart beats that last, lingering pulse; and then the creature's life is forfeit. It had been inevitable, from the moment they'd first targeted the bird, that things would end this way. And now that it's over, Aithne is ready to feast.
Not that the falcon offers much in the way of sustenance. It's a relatively small bird. Aithne offers a low, rasping bark. Hurry up, her eyes seem to say, dancing with the life they'd stolen. Hunt with me. She paces a step away, eager to find prey of her own - something that can feed her, once Soren is done, or that can sate both their bloodlust.
She can sense the moment its heart beats that last, lingering pulse; and then the creature's life is forfeit. It had been inevitable, from the moment they'd first targeted the bird, that things would end this way. And now that it's over, Aithne is ready to feast.
Not that the falcon offers much in the way of sustenance. It's a relatively small bird. Aithne offers a low, rasping bark. Hurry up, her eyes seem to say, dancing with the life they'd stolen. Hunt with me. She paces a step away, eager to find prey of her own - something that can feed her, once Soren is done, or that can sate both their bloodlust.
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.
