Thread: The Beast Within (Lano and Retro)

There was an odd lapse when she did not realize what was going on. She had remembered, vaguely, that her father arranged a meeting with a wizard of some sort. Apparently the lad thought she was some sort of changeling and had grown very interested in her. As it filtered back into her mind she nearly sneered. What did he expect from her? A lock of her hair for some ritual? Visibly she bristled at the thought and stood very much removed from him, her golden eyes shining a moment and narrowing on his form. Certainly the boy was well to do. Her father had named in magician of their court or some other trivial nonsense that Morgause paid only half attention to. His robes were of a pleasing color today at least. She was about to say something to that effect when a farmer, one that she personally had troubles with, was about to spew a litany of nasty things. Already she had her comeback waiting on her tongue. It was always the same and brutally effective, if a little vicious and cruel. She would simply ask How is your boy doing? his son had thrown himself into the river three years before because the girl he loved ran off with a travelling nobleman that had passed through the village. However he was cut short by the slip of a magician. She stared him down. No one had really ever stood up for her before and it truly confused her. What was more confusing was the bowing. She disliked it wholly they didnt respect her but, still, she knew that it was likely the only time she would ever get shown such regard. A kinder smile crossed her full lips, making her features appear softer and more docile. Curious eyes then lifted towards him. A fan? Surely this had to be some sort of twisted jest on his part. If she was not the daughter of a baron then she would have been slain long ago. She had no fans. She had no friends. Even her own family was starting to regard her as if she was a plague sent to destroy their good names. Shrewdly her arms came to cross in front of that ample chest of hers. Really, she was much narrower than what she gave herself credit for. It was just her large chest and rounded hips that made everyone mention how large she was. Really she was quite pick not very muscular but she did not want for tone beneath the thin layer of her dress. She watched him go up to the pig that was being cut in to. The fresh scent of the blood made her skin flush and she bit down on her lip. It was amazing and she forgot where she even was. Regaining herself was difficult and, by the time she did, he was back in front of her holding out a goblet of the red liquid. Her eyes widened and she took a few steps back from it. All of the color then drained from her face. He accused her of being a shifter and then meant for her to drink the blood of the sacrifice? Her mouth dried and felt drier than what it had in a long, long while. There had always been the urge to drink such things but she never acted upon them never truly wanted to. Always she feared in losing herself completely to the force that crouched in her soul and waited to be uncaged. Again she was about to say something but had been cutoff. Her lips twisted tightly together upon seeing who it was. Of course it was the local brute who thought that they could push others around through the sheer force of their physical abilities. Taking the blood hastily from the wizards hand she walked up to the man. Her free hand rested very carefully on her hip and she sloshed the red liquid around the goblet a moment, regarding its color and thickness a moment. It was almost a shame to see it go but she thought this was more worth her effort. With a freakishly quick flick of her wrist she had dumped all of it on top of his head. There. Now you smell like how you act a pig. Her voice was a hiss and her eyes flashed dangerously. It was his warning. She knew she could thrash him and any friends he brought with him in a matter of moments. Leave. Now.