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Another cold place, an unlikely place for food. And yet, here I am. You never know. In Helovia, it's said that the residents wander all sorts of places, live all sorts of places. Even if I don't find someone here to nibble on, maybe I can at least find some sort of snow rabbit or fox. Any type of creature will do for now. But lo, there's a commotion, and it catches not just my eye but my intrigue as well. There's a stallion with flaming red mane, and surrounding him are beasts who seem eager for his blood. I sit in the shadows, watching as the flaming red maned beast is attacked. My nose is overcome with smells: the scent of the Basin - I see Thranduil is here - and other herd scents that I'm unfamiliar with. Though I think that the targeted one also may smell like the Basin. Why are we attacking him then? But Thranduil is not attacking him, so perhaps... no rules are being broken. I lick my lips, my mouth watering. My hunger is overcoming me, the rumbling my stomach audible. I get closer, but linger on the edges of the group, present but silent. I am dying to spill the blood of the cornered one, and I smirk with glee as I see him struggling to breathe. Is this magic? Whomever controls it, I am appreciative. My fangs are bared, and I'm ready, but at the same time, I feel that there is a moment that I must wait for, and we have not arrived at it yet.
Give me the signal, prey. I'm ready. WC: 271
She's so ready to eat him.. Also, don't think I'm gonna bring Arvakl so don't wait for her :) SAFFRON |
Plot Thread
*You may do anything you wish with Saffron excluding dismemberment and death.
