Each snap of bone sings through Mazikeen’s body and the scream that Gale tears from him intoxicates her. She moves forward to join, and can almost taste his blood on her tongue when Gale changes. He snarls, becoming nothing but shadow, and she watches in both admiration and irritation as he completely obliterates their prey. She lands, shifting into the familiar shape of a lioness. The rear leg that had been caught by the wall rests uselessly while she watches - whatever colour her pelt is disappears beneath the network of fire-bright markings that crackle along her skin.
Her eyes slide from the remains of the meal she had been looking forward to and back to Gale as he approaches, his casual shrug grating on her already frayed patience.
She catches him wondering about her rage and a cold laugh escapes her. Still this bond between them was going one way. The markings on her skin do not fade but the fire in her eyes is cold as she moves to meet him, dragging her teeth lightly against his skin as soon as she is able to reach it. Each step is agony on her leg and her vision becomes spotty but it is a welcome distraction from her thoughts. “That’s twice you’ve left me unsatisfied tonight.” It is not true, at least not about the first time, but the truth matters so little. Mazikeen is tired of the truth, tired of the way confessions and honesty make her so aware of everything she lacks.
It does not matter to her which she gets - his rage, his lust, a combination of the two. She just wants something to shift this ice to fire, wants to forget everything just for a few moments. No Sickle, no sons of angels, no silhouettes of emotions long since torn out of her, no future children - all of it needs to fade away. She presses closer and her voice is a rough purr in his ear “Is that all you’ve got?”
@Gale