06.Nov.12, 07:08 PM
Hands pushed at Jada's shoulders; The mug in her hands was removed from nerveless fingers and she let herself be propelled out of the kitchens and into the bright morning light. She could see Krypth ahead of her, buttery hide stained with the liquid that Jada could feel pouring down her throat as she swallowed. Female hands pushed her towards the barracks, and Krypth sank her fangs into the wherry, tugging at the flesh. Flesh to sate her hunger, fill her empty belly. Flesh to weigh her down, make her an easy catch, to make everyone disappointed-
Blood! Jada's voice echoed in her ears, the sound reinforcing her command, desperately, and Krypth released the wherry with another shriek, eyes whirling red. She'd killed two, three, how many? She wasn't draining them, she was wasting them in her defiance, throwing corpses to the left and to the right.
Stupid human, stupid human-
Ahh. Krypth's eyes lit on the males that were prowling now, the hunger for blood slowly tilting towards a hunger for something else. She killed another wherry messily, draining it, eyes locked on the array of hides prowling the pens. She arched her neck, trumpeting a challenge. She was young! She was strong! Who would challenge her, glowing as she was?
Shaking and shivering, one foot in front of the other and hands at her back, pushing her and poking her, and Jada's mind divided between what she was doing, where she was going, focus separating from the sheer force of will it would take to control her partner. Krypth's will was strong, and Jada always had been weak (derisively thought, with love), so the simple distraction was what the Queen had been waiting for; a bite of meat slid down her throat. A single bite and then another, before Jada slammed her hand against the nearest human being (to steady her) and fought for control. It was like fighting a storm, and Jada used what weapon she could to regain control.
Lust. A sensation Krypth could recognize, as she'd taught it to her bonded. Flesh that the Queen could have, flesh that would make everyone happy. No more meat, it was time to fly. Time to back up her challenging bellow. To dance and be chased and make her prowling suitors compete for the right to tangle with her and fall at her side, to be her consort for a few shining moments.
Krypth shrieked again- her human dared, stupid human, stupid males, who thought, who dared- and her wings flared. Springing into the sky, she shot for the sun like an arrow. Height, not distance. She would feel the sun beat her wings, let the wind carry her as she soared, as she fell. She would lead her males on a merry chase, using the fact she was still slim and fast to make up for her youthful stamina.
Next post, it has been a week. People may still join in if they wish. Krypth is in the air, going straight up! :)
Blood! Jada's voice echoed in her ears, the sound reinforcing her command, desperately, and Krypth released the wherry with another shriek, eyes whirling red. She'd killed two, three, how many? She wasn't draining them, she was wasting them in her defiance, throwing corpses to the left and to the right.
Stupid human, stupid human-
Ahh. Krypth's eyes lit on the males that were prowling now, the hunger for blood slowly tilting towards a hunger for something else. She killed another wherry messily, draining it, eyes locked on the array of hides prowling the pens. She arched her neck, trumpeting a challenge. She was young! She was strong! Who would challenge her, glowing as she was?
Shaking and shivering, one foot in front of the other and hands at her back, pushing her and poking her, and Jada's mind divided between what she was doing, where she was going, focus separating from the sheer force of will it would take to control her partner. Krypth's will was strong, and Jada always had been weak (derisively thought, with love), so the simple distraction was what the Queen had been waiting for; a bite of meat slid down her throat. A single bite and then another, before Jada slammed her hand against the nearest human being (to steady her) and fought for control. It was like fighting a storm, and Jada used what weapon she could to regain control.
Lust. A sensation Krypth could recognize, as she'd taught it to her bonded. Flesh that the Queen could have, flesh that would make everyone happy. No more meat, it was time to fly. Time to back up her challenging bellow. To dance and be chased and make her prowling suitors compete for the right to tangle with her and fall at her side, to be her consort for a few shining moments.
Krypth shrieked again- her human dared, stupid human, stupid males, who thought, who dared- and her wings flared. Springing into the sky, she shot for the sun like an arrow. Height, not distance. She would feel the sun beat her wings, let the wind carry her as she soared, as she fell. She would lead her males on a merry chase, using the fact she was still slim and fast to make up for her youthful stamina.
Next post, it has been a week. People may still join in if they wish. Krypth is in the air, going straight up! :)