[SE] [Training] Lost Little Lamb
Thalassa Sanguis
Pirate Captain

Age: 25 | Height: 5'2" | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Nomadic
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#1



The wooden chest in her arms clinked suggestively as Thal slowly shuffled her way into the tunnel system. Without glancing up, she hung a right at the fork and then a left along a hidden slit in the wall, the muscle memory leaving her little need to think. It wasn't too long ago that she'd been unable to navigate the winding caverns carved away by the current, however, a particularly heated encounter within had inspired her to learn the way. After many hours of learning the codes and scouring each dead-end passageway, Thal had become an expert of Rae's Fingers, and it had proven invaluable for her pirating business. Burying treasure was become obsolete, especially as the lands continued to shift and the Void rendered different areas unavailable. She'd lost multiple sites to the overtaking of the Greatwood. So she'd gotten smarter, using the protected land of Torchline and its convenient smuggling ring as a means to store her own goods. 

It didn't take her long to arrive inside the small crevice that was her claimed cavern, her thoughts becoming muddied by the incessant bloodlust crowding into her mind. Kneeling, she placed the chest amongst the other treasures, tucking a dark strand of hair behind her blue-black horn when it fell into her face. A sheen of sweat had formed on her brow, indicative of the efforts to push away her carnal desires. She'd gone too long without feeding, her mind distracted by her missing friend and captain tasks. However, neither were enough to disguise the growing savagery anymore. 

Growling quietly, she stood from the damp floor, only one thought in her mind.

Blood.

Her movements were both hurried and slow as she drifted back through the tunnels, the trickling of water and rippling reflections along the walls barely registering. Unless it was alive, she immediately dismissed it. The blaze of her blue eyes flickered in the dark, hungry predators looking for their target. A calculated stream of thoughts analyzed where she may find a fresh kill. It needed to be close, and it needed to be big enough to dampen the urges. A rat scurried past her feet, yet when it didn't meet her requirements, Thal lost interest in the information. A cloud wyrm might be enough, but they were elusive and small. A fish might be her best option, perhaps a starknight swordfish? 

As she continued to spin around her options, a strange sound filtered through the passageway to her left, causing her head to whip around. The cry wasn't immediately recognizable in the warping echo of the stone and water, but Thal crept forward on practiced feet, silent as an imminent storm with her black cloak falling behind her, promising death. A few seconds later, the cry sounded again, a lonely call of distress and desperation. It was like music to the hungry Ancient's ears. 

A vicious grin had her fangs flashing as Thal stepped cautiously closer. It didn't take her long to spot the obnoxiously colorful creature wandering through the tunnels, attempting to relocate its herd. Unfortunately, it wouldn't have the chance. 

She sprang into action, leaping forward like a quick ocean breeze, ripping into the lost ramphire without a second thought of consideration or remorse. Blades weren't even necessary, an extra step between her and the kill. Her sharp fangs sank into its jugular, the lifeblood pumping into her mouth and down her neck in a stream of delicious ecstasy. Thal's eyes fluttered closed as she enjoyed the moment, the sharp edge of her desires only starting to dissipate.
Lust's passion will be served; .
it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes
Thalassa
the Maverick
Theocrat of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 36 | Height: 6'0 | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
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#2
// I thought of angels choking on their halos //
The ramphire's panicked bleating - cut off though it might be by the sudden jaws around its throat - sounds... off, almost. If Thal listens closely enough she might realise it's because the sound is overlaid with a deep and guttural snarl, one that still seems to be echoing along the cavern walls after she's torn into the creature's jugular. It's the sort of noise that shouldn't belong to a man, and yet it's a man who comes barrelling into both ramphire and Ancient from the other end of the tunnel.

A man wearing nothing more than swimming shorts decorated with little angry sharks.

Fangs bared and horns glinting in the dim light, Danta scrabbles to try and steal his kill back from the stranger, teeth snapping at her face and also trying to tear into the ramphire, as if he might still stand a chance at sating his bloodlust on it. (Which, y'know, team effort? So maybe?)

Except in his opinion this other Ancient hasn't done anything to deserve going for its throat; the Maverick had done all the work, after all. Separating it from the herd, chasing it into Rae's fingers, corralling it into being uselessly, beautifully lost? That's all been him. It isn't like Danta isn't willing to share, but it's a matter of principle, no?
Dantalion
// get them drunk on rose water //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
Thalassa Sanguis
Pirate Captain

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As enamored as she is with the kill between her teeth, Thal doesn't realize the error in principle. All she sees is a greedy Ancient trying to steal her kill. After all, even if he has done all the prework, it's his fault for waiting so long to make the killing blow. You don't get rewarded for starting a job and not finishing it. 

So as the bare-chested man comes barreling into her, she returns the growl in full force but refuses to release the ramphire from her clutches. Even as his teeth come snapping uncomfortable close to her eyes, she rolls with the impact, her back splashing into the shallow waters. Her hand is on her dagger in an instant, ready to eliminate the threat with a bloodlust haze of glee. A wicked grin peeks out from around the colorful feathers. The weakening body between them is the only barrier as she tries to flip the larger figure onto his back. As she twists their wrestling forms in the dark, she looks for an opening before wrapping her arm around in a blind stabbing motion.
Lust's passion will be served; .
it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes
Thalassa
the Maverick
Theocrat of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 36 | Height: 6'0 | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 6 - Strg: 22 - Dext: 25 - Endr: 22 - Luck: 23 - Int:
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