Thalassa
Hit me hard and soft
Her hands land against solid rock, pushing and pulling simultaneously. The energy slips easily from the fyrhund, sparking across Thal's veins as she watches the woman retreat and shift back. She doesn't pursue, stepping around her in quiet threat, a predator stalking, playing.
The outburst draws a smile to her lips, satisfied to finally see the Aithne without an annoying smile on her face. Anger she can understand.
"The best way to get stronger is to fight." She sneers, fangs glinting in the light of the storm. There's no sympathy in her words as she circles the younger Ancient. "I didn't have anyone to teach me." Her hand reaches for her dagger with lightning speed, the metal flashing as she flips it in her grasp. It spins with ease, a beautiful and dangerous dance. "I had to learn by watching others, by trial and error, by getting knocked on my ass over and over and over."
Thal finally stops in front of Aithne, her face devoid of anything merciful. "If you wanted soft words and gentle touches, you came to the wrong person."
The outburst draws a smile to her lips, satisfied to finally see the Aithne without an annoying smile on her face. Anger she can understand.
"The best way to get stronger is to fight." She sneers, fangs glinting in the light of the storm. There's no sympathy in her words as she circles the younger Ancient. "I didn't have anyone to teach me." Her hand reaches for her dagger with lightning speed, the metal flashing as she flips it in her grasp. It spins with ease, a beautiful and dangerous dance. "I had to learn by watching others, by trial and error, by getting knocked on my ass over and over and over."
Thal finally stops in front of Aithne, her face devoid of anything merciful. "If you wanted soft words and gentle touches, you came to the wrong person."
