Ravensblood Forest walking with giants

Mictec’s muzzle dripped with crimson as she raised her head, marigold eyes locking on Nox’s blood-streaked grin. For a moment, she said nothing, her chest rising and falling in time with the fading echoes of their struggle. His words reached her ears, and she tilted her head, her sharp features softening in a way she didn’t intend.

She could not deny the longing, the building desire to see a future beneath the canopy of trees. But fate was never kind to her and the path forward meant there was still much for her to learn about herself.

Mictec nodded, allowing herself to haul a massive bite, a sickening yet satisfying sound of tearing that would bring a much needed renewal of energy. Taking a step back, mouth full she nodded for him to take a stab as she settled herself down to feast.

Words seemed to escape her in these moments, never having the pleasure of another's company to share a meal with it. But she took the step to change that cycle by asking, And what will be your plans moving forward?