ISAR
Arm yourself
To feel the softness of a living thing beneath his fingers was to remember kindness. A sentiment all but lost during his long years of solitude; it came rushing back now, and lingered like her hand on his own arm. Stunned into silence, the man blinked slowly. Dredged his thoughts from the churning hunger. This was not a hand to sink his teeth into.
Sister. Kiada.
"I am... Isar. I am... hungry."
A canine whince underlaid the last word. Without knowing how he did it, or even that he could, the man shimmered and warped, and sank to the ground as a massive Fyrhund. Embers burned with a ruddy glow at the depths of its eyes, and it gazed with pleading at the woman; would she be done with her bath soon? It was all he could do not to think of her as a meal and yet the urge to sate his hunger demanded attention.
There was no one else who could help.
Sister. Kiada.
"I am... Isar. I am... hungry."
A canine whince underlaid the last word. Without knowing how he did it, or even that he could, the man shimmered and warped, and sank to the ground as a massive Fyrhund. Embers burned with a ruddy glow at the depths of its eyes, and it gazed with pleading at the woman; would she be done with her bath soon? It was all he could do not to think of her as a meal and yet the urge to sate his hunger demanded attention.
There was no one else who could help.
Because no one else here will save you
