the lost lamb

Absinth was thoroughly unimpressed with the sight of the pale female on the ground, in the dirt. Her pitiful visage only heightened the vexation Absinth felt. It wasn’t that she was crying, or that she was skin and bones. The monochromatic fae wasn’t looking at that, though it did lend a hand to her ire. No. What she saw before her was exactly as her raven had described – Weak. Prey. It was a visceral hatred she had developed in her homeland, the land of opportunism and survival of the fittest. Her body screamed at her to complete the cycle of strength versus weakness, to cull what was not meant to live. This girl looked to be on the verge of tears. Really it was all so dramatic. That thing inside Absinth was treading a fine line, and she so badly wanted to see where it led. Charcoal tail lashed behind her dangerously, raised above her spine against this lesser female. Waiting for an answer.

But Absinth could not have prepared for the choked out explanation the girl gave. Not being able to kill. What sort of bullshittery was that? She looked the pitiable stranger over for injury, for sickness lingering in her eyes or nares – and found nothing. Nothing but teary eyes. Absinth felt the corners of her lips twitch and pull back in a sneer, moving to circle the now sitting girl as she assumed a submissive posture – her tail tucked and her eyes downcast. Ah. Ah. Saliva had to be swallowed back. Tongue swiping against the inside of her maw, tracing her fangs.

Absinth chose to give her the benefit of the doubt, thinking perhaps… She was just a poor hunter. Truly, it was just a final chance before she stopped her already flimsy pleasantries. "Can't?" She pried forcefully, eyes blazing green fire as she stared down at the smaller wolf. Limbs planted firmly into the ground, the disciplined musculature of her body rigid as she stood above the girl – completely dominating the space between them. Absinth had not seen a wolf so emaciated since that little red one with the silver markings on her face... and the little lone thief that Aresenn had mauled to death. Haha. The woman grinned at the memory, the imagery flashing in her skull of that predator-prey encounter…