Neverwinter Forest bladerunner

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Thunder rolls in the vast expanse of the skies above and though Phaedra is tucked beneath the protective arms of the conifers overhead, she still feels her hackles raise when the sky goes bright with the telltale crr-rackk!! of lightning.

She does not remember being struck of course, or anything before the event for that matter, but she understands the fallout and it is enough to keep her secure and at bay from any open expanse.  The ghost traces the weathered silhouette of the weathered sentinels that shield her from the onslaught of rain, and as the scent of meat breaks through the stench of pine her stomach twists and knots.

She is hungry.  Phaedra had not looked at herself in some time but she could feel her skin stretch when she moved over her ribs and hips.  Her thoughts cast back to the raven she'd destroyed, still covered in its blood and feathers, and wistfully she wished she would have eaten some of the meat.

But wishes get us nowhere in life, so instead her little legs carried her towards where the scent was coming from and much to her dismay there was someone there already, making his claim whether he had killed the thing or not.  The volatile girl's head lowers to the ground as something forms in her throat, a growling-whine that nearly reeks of desperation.

Feed me, share with me.