Are you the Destroyer? [ANY]

[Merida]

Merida

from the ashes, a fire shall be awoken

His words find her with the crispness of his familiar voice, yet somehow, there is an edge of darkness that weighs heavy on them - something that she did not particularly like. It is not unlike Crevan to speak the way he does so now (at least, the Crevan she remembers), so she doesn’t question it; but she cannot help the feeling of foreboding that clasps around her small bodice as she wonders silently to herself why he had been found in the shadows of Sylva, slumped over and unconscious, with blackness clinging to his fur.

She had crept towards him with wide and burning eyes, dropping the hare carefully before him with a tender mouth. As she sits before him, she pants heavily - both from the exertion of finally sneaking up on the rather large hare, and from dragging its weight to him. It had been hours since she had left him, though he doesn’t seem to mind - it took her a lot of tracking as well as many attempts to finally kill one. He is surprised, yet pleasantly so, and though his face and voice do not show it, perhaps he had even sounded impressed. Her white-tipped tail curls around her dark legs, tapping on her paws as she watches him roll himself towards the brown hare, his large shoulders protruding from the thick of his back as he crouches his massive bulk over her kill, her eyes curious.

With a powerfulness that perhaps Merida will never feel in her own jaws, she gives a quick of her brows as he splits the hare clean in two, the smell of blood making her salivate. “With you gone, there was no other shifter here for me to steal scraps from. I adapted.” She tells him simply, eyes burning. There was no one here, for a long while. She doesn't tell him this - nor that it is the reason she has remained in her fox-skin for so long, and how learning to hunt had finally come to her naturally.

Creeping forward, the fox slinks towards the half that he deems is also hers, carefully tearing into the warm flesh with her slender snout and small, sharp fangs in tiny gulps. She does not say he is welcome for her gesture, but instead lays down before him to focus tentatively on a bone that is now showing, gnawing on it and the tender muscle and sinew that still cling to it, a soft vibration of satisfaction in her throat.

“Little nests, at the base of the trees. Spring has brought them out. Quick little things,” she answers him, murmuring between her mouthfuls of tissue and bone. She licks her lips, the whiteness of her chin now stained with blood and marrow, chewing thoughtfully on the piece of bone that she had finally broken off. “I was quicker,” she tells him with perhaps a hint of a laugh. She places her paws on the fur of the half-eaten rabbit, leaning in again to pull at a tasty morsel of fat that satisfyingly pops as she pulls it away from the body.  She can’t remember the last time she ate a feast like this (to him, only a small snack), and she savors its heartiness on her tongue. Rodents and insects (even berries and nuts) were her normal delicacy, especially with no other predators in the forests.

Her half has much of it left, and most likely she wouldn’t finish it - normally she’d bury the remains somewhere in the depths of the forest, near her burrow, and would return to them later. She continues to work on her piece, wondering if perhaps he would expect her to try and fetch him more. “What are you covered in?” She finally asks, her eyes diverting from his gaze as she focuses fully on her meal, ripping the tender meat from the lithe bones.

@[Crevan]
i love them
no shame
bffs 4eva