Hideaway Strath A Test Of Faith.

something...gripped her.
not metaphorically, as in something in her mind -- though she was clouded by bloodlust which was making he processing a little slower.
no.
she ignored it. it didn't hurt. it only felt like some child begging for play.

though...around her everything seemed to stop and slow.
Nyra had the heart in her mouth, seemed like it was her first time in this dance, and the male she'd been whispering to had run off. probably to do something with that pent up feeling he had for this corpse.

Dove broke through her mauling. her blue eye slid to the medic woman, then dropped the head obediently, letting the body finally rest.
ah. where had that tugging got to?
Sasha turned and rounded on Leigh with nothing but malice on her eyes. bloodstained lips upturning to reveal her dribbling, bloodied maw.
it seemed she wanted to be sacrificed next.

she prowled closer with measured steps. like a cougar on a ram.
I'm sorry
it rang through the air.
"too late, love," she chimed in.
look at this...pathetic woman crying over a dead stranger. she wondered if she tasted so sweet.