Thalassa
Thal won't admit that the work goes faster, and for other reasons, she won't say she likes the orderly fashion in which the woman sets aside the meat. It's a messy business, her arms coated in blood that glints in her small firelight as she stands to look at the meticulous piles. Her eyes narrow, cutting off the energetic attempt to be proactive about whatever the hell the woman thought they were doing. "No. You always eat first. Fresh blood is always best for bloodlust. You should know that." The glare she sends her way suggests that if she doesn't, Thal is already underwhelmed by her observational ability and looking for any reason to get rid of her.
Stepping forward, she reaches a bloody hand to snatch a dense strip of thigh from a pile, not bothering to fix it when a few smaller pieces tumble down. "If you don't keep track of it, the bloodlust will sneak up on you, and if you eat one of my crew..." Her fangs flash dangerously, the threat clear enough that she doesn't even finish the sentence. Instead, she rips her fangs into the meat. It's not warm anymore, but the blood is fresh, the muscle tissue melting on her tongue. It has somewhat of a sour flavor to it, but Thal ignores it, moving to lean against a wall as she sates the constant urges of her nature.
Stepping forward, she reaches a bloody hand to snatch a dense strip of thigh from a pile, not bothering to fix it when a few smaller pieces tumble down. "If you don't keep track of it, the bloodlust will sneak up on you, and if you eat one of my crew..." Her fangs flash dangerously, the threat clear enough that she doesn't even finish the sentence. Instead, she rips her fangs into the meat. It's not warm anymore, but the blood is fresh, the muscle tissue melting on her tongue. It has somewhat of a sour flavor to it, but Thal ignores it, moving to lean against a wall as she sates the constant urges of her nature.
I'm in love with my future
