We Are Divines, The Apples In Their Eyes.
09-09-2014, 06:44 PM
Left eyebrow would raise as the ecru lady would thank her. Whether or not it was genuine was still to be decided. The gal would dip her head respectfully following her words of appreciation. The tips she had given would definitely help in future hunts. The lady had potential and her skills could only grow over time; however, Venus would remain hesitant with further training until she could trust her to at least some degree. Training an untrustworthy wolf would be to much of a risk for Abaven. The Medusa would insist that Venus eat first and it was an offer she could not deny. Hunger grew all the more raging with each passing moment. It had been a short while since she had devoured a meal of any sort. Maw would grip the goat's flesh, ripping small pieces of muscle at a time from its skeleton. The taste was tangy, definitely not as delicious as a tender fawn or hare, but it was satisfying. After eating her fill, she licked her blood stained maw, savoring the last of the metallic fluid. Perhaps the blood from the kill would satisfy the cream gal's murderous hunger for at least a short time. So, Anzhelika. . . how long do you plan to stay with Abaven? We could definitely use dedicated warriors. Though, she half hoped the stay was temporary, Abaven really was in need of permanent warriors to protect their home. my actions | my words | my thoughts |