[private] shadowgames

[Livinia]

l i v i n i a don't waste your touch, you won't feel anything Her heart lifts at the sight of him - quickening at the familiar melding of shadow and fog.  She’d known, deep down, he would come. But that didn’t stop the sigh of relief from escaping her lips.  “I went to the mountain for help,” she admits, her red eyes dropping from his eerie yellow ones to the ground before her.  She does not fear his judgment about her decision.  They’d grown up shrouded in shadows and magic.  For this task, however, Livinia had sought assistance outside their circle. Perhaps it had been foolish, but it was something she had wanted to do alone - to prove she hadn’t needed anyone’s assistance to get what she needed. But it had been a fool’s errand after all. “I was given this,” she gestures to her leonine body, lifting a tawny gray paw - the heavy claws stained with earth and dried blood.  She understood now that it had not been a gift. It had been a test. One it had taken her far too long to understand. “I got lost,” she admitted.  There were so few that she’d voluntarily admit such a profound failure aloud.  But she had no secrets from Jamie. This predator’s body was more than she had bargained for.  It had become a drug. The hunt had become an addiction, not a means to an end.  Even when she didn’t need sustenance she craved the thrill of the hunt.  She knew now the bloodlust that others spoke of.  She knew its dangers. And she knew she needed help to break free. She’d had enough of this fix. She wanted her body - her life back. She drew in a shaky breath, finally lifting her gaze from the dirt, but electing against saying anything more until he’s had a moment to digest what she’s told him.

@[jamie]