WESSEX
Wessex is half oblivious to being observed and half aware, and the part that is aware is too preoccupied with drinking for her to do anything about it. Or change her ‘feeding habits’ (are we calling it that? I guess we’re calling it that) to be more sanitized.
The demigod pulls away and delicately wipes her mouth; a small amount of Ray’s blood pools in the picture marks, but otherwise there’s no indication that she’s going to bleed out or lose any significant amount of blood. A quiet hum of consideration is given to the two shifts she now has access to - as she reaches for the bag of Ursur tusks brought with her.
“And as promised - a couple of Ursur tusks if you want them. Can you use them for anything?” she asks, unsur of their properties beyond super sharp, serrated stabby things.
The demigod pulls away and delicately wipes her mouth; a small amount of Ray’s blood pools in the picture marks, but otherwise there’s no indication that she’s going to bleed out or lose any significant amount of blood. A quiet hum of consideration is given to the two shifts she now has access to - as she reaches for the bag of Ursur tusks brought with her.
“And as promised - a couple of Ursur tusks if you want them. Can you use them for anything?” she asks, unsur of their properties beyond super sharp, serrated stabby things.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
