this is your sport
but she's not playing a game
It’s the thrill of the chase, really, is what gets her here in Torchline. The heat helps, gives her something to cling to, as she uses her scaley, crocodilian shift to slam against a poor unsuspecting creature, tearing into its flesh at the height of her blood lust. It soothes the soul, however, and before long she shifts back into herself amongst the fresh skeletons nestled in against old ones, covered in blood, settled and at peace finally, before she decides to try and head out of the trees toward the water, hoping to clear off her skin now that she’s made herself a known predator.
But a sound distracts her, like a knock on the trees, and it draws her attention — dark hair pulled back, dripping with drops of ruby, tousled along her dark spiraled horns, blending with the ruby veins that break up the otherwise dark monotony of color.
And she certainly doesn’t expect to see who she does, brows pinching, tail wrapping around her leg curiously when she calls out, pushing aside a branch full of green leaves. “Harper, what..?” What are you doing out here? What are you even doing in general?
But a sound distracts her, like a knock on the trees, and it draws her attention — dark hair pulled back, dripping with drops of ruby, tousled along her dark spiraled horns, blending with the ruby veins that break up the otherwise dark monotony of color.
And she certainly doesn’t expect to see who she does, brows pinching, tail wrapping around her leg curiously when she calls out, pushing aside a branch full of green leaves. “Harper, what..?” What are you doing out here? What are you even doing in general?
do not think you are safe because you love her
do not think she won't stain her mouth red with your blood too
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
