08-18-2019, 02:35 PM
Mayari is still dragging the remains of an alligator's hindquarters when she happens upon a willow tree, perched between no man's land and an unidentifiable clan scent. Its roots twist higher than her, gnarled in tangles above the earth, and she quickly slips into the natural shelter that it's made, backing into the gaping darkness until she feels her hindquarters press into something hard and mossy. Satisfied with her temporary shelter, she digs her teeth into the tough skin and begins to pull it off of her pound of flesh, holding the rest of slab of meat down with her paws.
She doesn't quite remember how long she's been roaming Earth; it had begun with a flash of steel, a snarl in her ear, searing pain exploding around her right eye, and then she was falling—or flying? Between the agony and the shock, it had been hard to recognize which direction she was going, except that it was away from Kaluwalhatian. When she woke up afterwards, she did not know where she was, or what body she was in, only that it was different, new.
She had learned over time the nuances of the world, the species living in it; she hungers, she thirsts, she pants when it is hot and shivers when it is cold. It's different from her realm, but she educates herself in what she is, what she can do...
And what I must do, to survive, she thinks, sinking her teeth into the tough flesh and tearing out strips to feed herself. Because of him. Because he betrayed me. Mayari bites a little deeper at the memory, until she feels the tips of her teeth meet bone. She angles her head and pulls, tugs, until the flesh comes off in large chunks, and she busies herself with them to keep her patience from wearing thin.
Bathala has not come to collect her, either; a part of her thinks that this must be a lesson, while the other believes that this must be punishment, but for what she cannot yet fathom.
"Stupid. Walang kwenta," she grumbles under her breath, swallowing the last of the scraps she had shorn from its source and throwing her head up to look at the willow's sprawling canopy. She knows he's watching—he always his, watching but never doing anything od worth. "You hear me, pa? You're useless! If you're so keen on keeping me here, you little puta, don't come crawling back to me when your soilstain son ruins our realm!"
She thinks she hears a rumble in response but soon realizes that it had been her stomach, begging for the remains of the hindquarters laid out before her. With one last grunt and an angry look at the branches above her, she resumes her feast.
ooc. i am B A D at joining threads
She doesn't quite remember how long she's been roaming Earth; it had begun with a flash of steel, a snarl in her ear, searing pain exploding around her right eye, and then she was falling—or flying? Between the agony and the shock, it had been hard to recognize which direction she was going, except that it was away from Kaluwalhatian. When she woke up afterwards, she did not know where she was, or what body she was in, only that it was different, new.
She had learned over time the nuances of the world, the species living in it; she hungers, she thirsts, she pants when it is hot and shivers when it is cold. It's different from her realm, but she educates herself in what she is, what she can do...
And what I must do, to survive, she thinks, sinking her teeth into the tough flesh and tearing out strips to feed herself. Because of him. Because he betrayed me. Mayari bites a little deeper at the memory, until she feels the tips of her teeth meet bone. She angles her head and pulls, tugs, until the flesh comes off in large chunks, and she busies herself with them to keep her patience from wearing thin.
Bathala has not come to collect her, either; a part of her thinks that this must be a lesson, while the other believes that this must be punishment, but for what she cannot yet fathom.
"Stupid. Walang kwenta," she grumbles under her breath, swallowing the last of the scraps she had shorn from its source and throwing her head up to look at the willow's sprawling canopy. She knows he's watching—he always his, watching but never doing anything od worth. "You hear me, pa? You're useless! If you're so keen on keeping me here, you little puta, don't come crawling back to me when your soilstain son ruins our realm!"
She thinks she hears a rumble in response but soon realizes that it had been her stomach, begging for the remains of the hindquarters laid out before her. With one last grunt and an angry look at the branches above her, she resumes her feast.
ooc. i am B A D at joining threads
BLACK AS NIGHT, BLACK AS COAL
[table][tr][td][/td][td][/td][td][/td][/tr][/table]MAYARI "MAYA" MADRIGAL — TAGS — TANGLEWOOD