like the moon, we borrow our light; chantale

[anastasia]

 
She, it, speaks. Anastasia is intrigued, and like a child, she intends to sate her hunger. She continues to sniff at the mare, shadowy muzzle tracing her thin (too thin) neck. It does not smell like food, and she has a feeling that it will not taste like it either. For the first time in several days, she finds that she is hungry to discover it; perhaps she would eat this carcass just to find out. Her stomach would eventually revolt, but it would be worth the temporary discomfort to find out why the mare was alive and yet not.

Why she smelled like the wildlife she killed and left dead under the sun for too long.

Anastasia grasps clarity suddenly and her yellow eyes narrow. “Anastasia,” she says in a voice that is both firewood and ash, crackling along the edges. “I am Anastasia.” Answering the question, however, does not break her concentration, and she peels her lips back to reveal her fanged teeth, the edges of her inky teeth reflecting in the light. “I am going to bite you now,” she says matter of factly. “Shh. Don’t move. Be still.”

Then, without ceremony, she sinks her teeth into the mare’s not-so-meaty shoulder, tongue flicking against the flesh before she yanks backward. “No, wrong,” she spits, taking a step back, offended that Chantale had not stopped her. “Awful,” she spits again, shaking her dark face. “Who are you?” she finally questions when she is several feet away, her yellow eyes narrowing in suspicion and irritation.

like the moon, we borrow our light
{I am nothing but a shadow in the night}

So Ana decided to do this. :| If you don’t want her to take a bite out of Chantale, feel free to ignore that and say she missed.