dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
“I - don’t know,” the Wraith replies, once again fighting down the urge to jump on Sunjata, pin him, and drink until she’s satisfied. Mechanically, and with jerky movements, her hands seem to move of their own accord, slicing into the shoulder so she can take the leg back with her. Blood soaks the ground, seeps into the air. She closes her eyes and pauses. “I think I need to drink. As - soon - as, uh, now,” she says quietly, following it up with a growl of frustration.
She manages to separate the leg at the shoulder joint with a violent wrench and leaves it on the ground to bleed out before she takes it back with her. A vague gesture to the rest of the body indicates that Jata can have the rest of it - for whatever purpose. Or they can leave it there for a Halovian. Or an Ursur.
At the moment there’s very little that Wessex cares about. Only the courtesy of their relationship keeps her from asking to drink from the panther.
She manages to separate the leg at the shoulder joint with a violent wrench and leaves it on the ground to bleed out before she takes it back with her. A vague gesture to the rest of the body indicates that Jata can have the rest of it - for whatever purpose. Or they can leave it there for a Halovian. Or an Ursur.
At the moment there’s very little that Wessex cares about. Only the courtesy of their relationship keeps her from asking to drink from the panther.
