[ sierra remembers zelda’s warning, and she hears it now. it’s easy to disregard, however, when she’s so hungry it’s like a command that overwrites all sense of reason in her body. it’s the same thing she felt when the rune first consumed her, except she’s… aware of it now. that makes it worse.
there’s a response on the tip of her tongue, but more than that answer, as soon as she opens her mouth again, she can’t make herself stop.
she moves, lightning-quick, heedless of where her teeth sink—and ultimately, it doesn’t matter. through a mouthful of fabric, she does find zelda’s skin, but the way she jumps back is just as fast as her advance. it tastes wrong, zelda’s blood. it burns her tongue, limited though the ability to draw it may be. no matter what resistance she has against holy symbols, she is still undead, a child of the night, and the light of the divine is not meant for her. ]
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there’s a response on the tip of her tongue, but more than that answer, as soon as she opens her mouth again, she can’t make herself stop.
she moves, lightning-quick, heedless of where her teeth sink—and ultimately, it doesn’t matter. through a mouthful of fabric, she does find zelda’s skin, but the way she jumps back is just as fast as her advance. it tastes wrong, zelda’s blood. it burns her tongue, limited though the ability to draw it may be. no matter what resistance she has against holy symbols, she is still undead, a child of the night, and the light of the divine is not meant for her. ]
Ngh…!