do not fear the dark, wolf cub, for when the sun leaves the world,
The hug is tight and she’s able to tuck her head in against his chest, breathing a soft sigh of relief at the sensation and the fact that she can still feel, something that had been sorely missed in her attempts to continue to prove that she wasn’t ready to go just yet. And already, she can practically hear the concern in his voice at the realization that she’d just gone to someone new yet again, but she already harbors the explanations and reasonings behind her teeth.
Other stipulations, though? It isn’t what she expects him to ask and she nods her head – because what else would there be if not restrictions to a life she wasn’t supposed to be living for this long? “They call it the Bloodlust.” She murmurs into his chest, before she readjusts her head and peers up at him the best she can, taking care to not rip any of the fabric of his shirt with the way her horned head moves. “I’ve been able to satisfy it with animals well enough. Easier than going to the shrine of the Voice to re-up.” She offers the information easily before exhaling a soft sigh. “Fire doesn’t harm us anymore, though. Likewise, I can’t go anywhere where it’s cold because I’m pretty sure we’re cold blooded and I’ll just go into a hibernation until it’s hot enough to wake me up.” These are all facts that she recalls from Dygra’s changing her, things that she refuses to forget. “Something about being bathed in fire or hot blood.” She shrugs, her tail lashing through the air at the thought, the only hint of what she thinks of it despite the easy calm mask on her face.
"But I can taste and feel again. And I can't be burned to death again." Perhaps it's a poor comment, given the fact that they aren't too far from where she'd perished before. But the truth should be enough to satisfy the pain of that, she hopes.
Other stipulations, though? It isn’t what she expects him to ask and she nods her head – because what else would there be if not restrictions to a life she wasn’t supposed to be living for this long? “They call it the Bloodlust.” She murmurs into his chest, before she readjusts her head and peers up at him the best she can, taking care to not rip any of the fabric of his shirt with the way her horned head moves. “I’ve been able to satisfy it with animals well enough. Easier than going to the shrine of the Voice to re-up.” She offers the information easily before exhaling a soft sigh. “Fire doesn’t harm us anymore, though. Likewise, I can’t go anywhere where it’s cold because I’m pretty sure we’re cold blooded and I’ll just go into a hibernation until it’s hot enough to wake me up.” These are all facts that she recalls from Dygra’s changing her, things that she refuses to forget. “Something about being bathed in fire or hot blood.” She shrugs, her tail lashing through the air at the thought, the only hint of what she thinks of it despite the easy calm mask on her face.
"But I can taste and feel again. And I can't be burned to death again." Perhaps it's a poor comment, given the fact that they aren't too far from where she'd perished before. But the truth should be enough to satisfy the pain of that, she hopes.
the world fears you
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
