Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Gale has never Seen himself hunt from this perspective. Mazikeen rips the stallion open while they share her dead lover’s shape. It is a strange sensation, one that is a different sort of Bad, and Gale growls low in his throat as she rips open the downed horse’s throat.
She begins to feed and Gale hesitates, though he has already shifted without conscious thought to a shape that matches her own. He watches her feed, watches the blood drip down her throat.
A narcissistic creature, the Curse eventually begins to visibly enjoy Mazikeen’s choice of both coloring and shape, and a line of drool and blood drips slowly from between his sharp teeth as he drinks her in.
He wants to devour her in every possible way.
Instead, he joins her, cracking open the chest of the horse with Wishbone’s magic and devouring the heart in a single gulp.
Afterward he is still for a while, even while Maze feasts beside him. The heart had tasted like ashes and spring earth, and as Gale looks down at the once-empty cavity in the horse’s chest, he understands the power he’s acquired. Not something useful, at least for Gale, the phoenix immortality that is already beginning to heat the flesh of the dead horse as it prepares to reanimate.
But perhaps Mazikeen might like it.
A wiser Thing would have known better to take such a risk, but Gale is struck with the strange and sudden desire to gift her with something that will please her, and so he leans near to press his bloody lips against her crimson jaw.
It is more fire to her inferno, and Gale sinks into the flames for a moment, his flashing eyes closed as he presses himself against each blue-gold inch of Mazikeen he can reach.
She will catch all of Beqanna alight, Gale thinks.
Will he be able to control the wildfire?
Best to not think about it, best to push the Warnings and Danger away.
What he can control are the flames that begin to rise beneath his feet. They are the last embers of the phoenix immortality that Gale has taken from the stallion, and Gale smashes them out with his magic and the thick pads of his quickly healing golden paws.
This time the stallion will stay dead for real, and that knowledge is as satisfying as the meal in his belly.
He takes the magic and presses it into Mazikeen’s skin.
She will like it, he decides, and even if she doesn’t, he will. He will keep her forever with this, he decides, and when she burns out next he will take one of the embers for his own. The thought of it brings a smile to his face, and he sighs contently against her side.
@Mazikeen
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current appearance: utahraptor -> cave hyena
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Gale
