no one really knows what the ocean hides
but you and I, bird, we’re gonna find out
Blood.
The scent of it draws her in, captures her.
A small amount, she notes, hardly anything to concern herself. Animals die almost daily here with predators scouring for weak and vulnerable prey. As enticing as it is, Reia has never intervened. She pursues more fascinating things and hovers at the edge of Taiga where Pteron lurks within.
There have been developing changes throughout her body, and it has heightened her sense of smell. Like a shark, she is drawn to that drop of blood where a serpent lies decapitated in the brush. She nudges the corpse and still it writhes. Fresh, her thoughts grasp onto the observation. Quickly, her sapphire eyes slip past the scraggly foliage to see the girl in the near distance. Fascination blooms in her gaze before it narrows with suspicion. While Reia is composed of fire and scales, the girl is water and fins. A low, territorial growl crawls from the depths of her throat. Intruder? Or prey?
A dull ache constricts, but never stops, her. With a bounding leap, she abandons the serpent’s resting place and feverishly trots toward the stranger, stopping once in front of her. The flames across her crest and tail hiss and crackle. The light reflects from her scales, marbling across her as she reacts with an edged voice. ”Did dad bring you home for dinner? I can’t see why else a fish would be here.” A jagged sneer tugs at the edges of her mouth as she slowly begins to circle, scrutinizing each delicate curve and fin with a curious (hungry) gaze.
and I'll be next to you when the lights go out
