( cassie hears the hooves before the voice, but she reacts to the first, menacing voice. she makes no hesitation to step out into the open. there's a flicker of fear inside of her, but she doesn't allow the instinctual darkness to flood her bloodstream. thanks to waver, she's got a much better hold on the dark magic. it's a fight-versus-flight response. her jaw is tense and she's prepared to roast a bitch alive, but the second voice staves off the need.
she relaxes, but not entirely, and the smile she offers is tense. )
I'd hardly call brain-tasting a bragging right. But it's no big deal. ( she eyes the whatever-the-fuck suspiciously. then she disappears inside of her little makeshift tent with a quick 'let me get my stuff', barely mumbled. taste her brain? what a freak.
most of her things are already together, but she has a couple of last minute additions to her small pack. it doesn't take long for her to dismantle the cloth from the tent. magic's awesome that way. she bundles herself accordingly, straps the bag to her back, and turns toward the fire. she holds her hand out toward it, open-palmed, and focuses. as her fist closes, so do the flames douse themselves. water seems to be drawn out of the ice and snow around them, turning to droplets, and she gathers them all up into one concentrated space to throw on the ashes. not that there's any risk of starting a fire in these woods, not with the weather this way, but she doesn't want to risk it.
cassie turns back to the brucolac and his weird thing, but she approaches slowly. )
action. i'm like sitting here wondering why i've never thrown cassie at him before this is glorious
she relaxes, but not entirely, and the smile she offers is tense. )
I'd hardly call brain-tasting a bragging right. But it's no big deal. ( she eyes the whatever-the-fuck suspiciously. then she disappears inside of her little makeshift tent with a quick 'let me get my stuff', barely mumbled. taste her brain? what a freak.
most of her things are already together, but she has a couple of last minute additions to her small pack. it doesn't take long for her to dismantle the cloth from the tent. magic's awesome that way. she bundles herself accordingly, straps the bag to her back, and turns toward the fire. she holds her hand out toward it, open-palmed, and focuses. as her fist closes, so do the flames douse themselves. water seems to be drawn out of the ice and snow around them, turning to droplets, and she gathers them all up into one concentrated space to throw on the ashes. not that there's any risk of starting a fire in these woods, not with the weather this way, but she doesn't want to risk it.
cassie turns back to the brucolac and his weird thing, but she approaches slowly. )
It's not going to eat me, is it?