Ultima
"THE NIGHT IS DARK AND FULL OF TERRORS."
There was no visible reaction to his request. No tightening of the eyes or tensing of the muscles. No hesitation or startled gasp. It seemed only right in her eyes. A blood sacrifice on her part in exchange for her assistance in taking a life. Just. She had no qualms about the request. Plus, the request seemed based in logic, not in any undue masochism. So the little fae simply nodded her head.
What would her sister think of her now, out hunting with an oceanborne warrior. And to think, she wasn’t the adventurous one.
The fae makes her way to the ocean without hesitation, allowing the waves to lap at her fetlocks for a moment. To the fae, the ocean is a mysterious abyss. She looks back at the sea-dweller and gestures towards the meaty part of her haunch, just beyond where the rash has reached. ”I’d appreciate if you could avoid the infected skin,” she spoke, her eyes traveling from his own glowing eyes, to his knife-tipped tail, and back again.
She stepped deeper into the water, the cool waves now lapping at her knees and hocks before drawing to a halt once more. ”Am I to do anything else than serve as bait?” She asked, with a curious tilt of her head.
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