Maea
And I only needed one more touch
Another taste of devouring rush
Another taste of devouring rush
Dawn and dusk were the best hours for felines to hunt. And so it was that one misty morning, before the sun had properly risen above the horizon, a pale tiger slipped from its nightly resting place and began a long trek along the edge where brambles met open grassland. Ghostly in appearance, it left a trail of smoke in its wake that was indistinguishable from the fog, save for the acrid scent of something charring and seemed perfectly content to let the small fires caused by dripping metal grow and escalate.
When she reached a lightning struck tree that sat looming on a low hill, she sat down with the blue-steel striped tail coiled neatly around her paws, and waited. Someone was to meet her here. A young someone, who had expressed interest in trading blows and perhaps even closing connections - but while they had agreed to meet at this location, the tigress did not yet know which guise he would choose to appear in.
She watched the horizon as she waited. Stars had paled in the sky and were all but gone, lost in the steely gray that preceded the first break of light over the treetops. No shadows existed in this twilight hour, birds had yet to begin their morning serenade, and for some time the silence over the earth was as a deafening roar within her ears, a quiet so absolute that her own heartbeats appeared as thunderous as a Levinsward storm. A beating drum in her chest, a ritual gong sounding in honor of the Dark one who had granted her a third lease on life.
Maea had not prayed in earnest for many years. But lately, her thoughts had turned more often to Dygra and it felt quite appropriate to dedicate this impending hunt to the goddess, at least in spirit. There were still many things to get used to in her new existence, but the simple feeling of wishing to try her best carried her onward, day by day. She thought her Ascended brother would be proud of her, if he could see her now. Would that it was him she waited for this morning - but it was not, and she was determined not to let her aching loneliness get in the way of making new friends.
Gods knew, she might need them.
When she reached a lightning struck tree that sat looming on a low hill, she sat down with the blue-steel striped tail coiled neatly around her paws, and waited. Someone was to meet her here. A young someone, who had expressed interest in trading blows and perhaps even closing connections - but while they had agreed to meet at this location, the tigress did not yet know which guise he would choose to appear in.
She watched the horizon as she waited. Stars had paled in the sky and were all but gone, lost in the steely gray that preceded the first break of light over the treetops. No shadows existed in this twilight hour, birds had yet to begin their morning serenade, and for some time the silence over the earth was as a deafening roar within her ears, a quiet so absolute that her own heartbeats appeared as thunderous as a Levinsward storm. A beating drum in her chest, a ritual gong sounding in honor of the Dark one who had granted her a third lease on life.
Maea had not prayed in earnest for many years. But lately, her thoughts had turned more often to Dygra and it felt quite appropriate to dedicate this impending hunt to the goddess, at least in spirit. There were still many things to get used to in her new existence, but the simple feeling of wishing to try her best carried her onward, day by day. She thought her Ascended brother would be proud of her, if he could see her now. Would that it was him she waited for this morning - but it was not, and she was determined not to let her aching loneliness get in the way of making new friends.
Gods knew, she might need them.
But the room was so quiet
Whose side am I on?
Whose side am I on?
