by Miriam Bell » Wed Jun 23, 2021 8:58 pm
The woods tug at Miriam not because they're threatening - well, a little bit because they're threatening, anybody's mind can mess you up if you're not careful after all - but rather because it makes her hungry. Here a predator's might makes right, needs of the hunt supersede everything else. And that is a dangerous thought, so easy to let it take root and convince her that the gnawing in her soul is enough excuse to sink her fangs into someone and drink to her heart's desire. That it's not wrong, but natural.
The relief of the tension she's carrying is palpable, exhausted from denying herself the reprieve. "Hate these woods so much..." But at least she's through now and has guides to follow. Of course, to Sam the urge to hasten Miriam along, to pull this dead thing to where it belongs is probably just as taxing. Meandering, shambling, untethered from it's mortal bonds but still latched on like a leech to fuel the towering reign lurking in it's shadow.