[Her gaze is sharper, brighter when she turns it on him again, narrowing her focus, willing Tyrann to be silent, to cease his horrible rasping between her ears. She's only partly successful, but it's enough— even if it's just for the moment.
The Noctaere advances, and she lifts her chin to stare it down, refusing to budge, her upper lip curling into a sneer as blood splatters across the ground in front of her, across the garments that she passes off as clothes, against bared skin and bandages. Her stomach knots in on itself; blood is familiar, almost comforting in a perverse sort of way, and Tyrann's taunting echoes at the back of her mind so sharply that she can't tell if he's repeating himself or she's doing it for him.
"Smell all that blood."
She ignores him, and answers the creature in front of her, instead.]
I'm more than meets the eye, that's for goddamn sure.
[She can feel its breath as the space between them has narrowed, the shadows surrounding them both seeming to make the already cool night air even colder.]
You wanna play, asshole? We'll play— I'll fucking cut him out of you if I have to.
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The Noctaere advances, and she lifts her chin to stare it down, refusing to budge, her upper lip curling into a sneer as blood splatters across the ground in front of her, across the garments that she passes off as clothes, against bared skin and bandages. Her stomach knots in on itself; blood is familiar, almost comforting in a perverse sort of way, and Tyrann's taunting echoes at the back of her mind so sharply that she can't tell if he's repeating himself or she's doing it for him.
"Smell all that blood."
She ignores him, and answers the creature in front of her, instead.]
I'm more than meets the eye, that's for goddamn sure.
[She can feel its breath as the space between them has narrowed, the shadows surrounding them both seeming to make the already cool night air even colder.]
You wanna play, asshole? We'll play— I'll fucking cut him out of you if I have to.