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Location: Elara's Home |
Kira moved silently away from the temple, her orange gaze fixed on Flynn’s back as she trailed him from a healthy distance. His quick pace suggested urgency and she wondered if he was aware of whatever it was that she had caught wind of, but he seemed lost in his own thoughts, oblivious to the world around him.
Foolish.
As the town square came into view, she broke off from the path, sticking close to the shadows of the buildings instead. In the midst of a crowd was the last place she wanted to be, especially right now. Before she could leave, a sharp, shrieking voice pierced through the air. She winced at the sound, her eyes quickly finding that miserable nobleman again. She narrowed her eyes for a moment, watching as he struggled to pull a torch down. She moved her attention to Flynn briefly, noting the Prince’s own narrowed eyes honing in on the man.
‘Good’ she thought,
‘He can take care of that disaster.’At the moment, she was far more likely to make a meal of the man than tolerate his presence. Without Orion, there was little that stood in her way.
Refocusing on the metallic scent, Kira continued westward, pulled away from the crowded center and toward the quieter western outskirts. Several minutes later, she found herself stepping off the beaten path, her boots sinking into nearly three feet of untouched snow as she moved into the forest that lay between a residential area and the Seluna temple.
Hearing the faint sound of voices calling to one another, Kira slowed her pace until she had them in view. She paused, crouching near a tree in the thickest part of the woods. Her glowing eyes cut through the darkness, betraying her location, though the group before her seemed to have other priorities.
She blinked as she took in the scene. An area where snow had been entirely cleared from the ground, and in the center of it, massive and unnatural ice stalagmites jutted upward from the ground. Blood splattered across its crystalline surface. At its base, the source of what she had been tracking—the body of a headless guard, his lifeblood staining the frozen ground.
Kira’s fangs ached, her body humming with the primal need to feed. Her tongue brushed her lower lip as she fought to suppress the feral hunger clawing within. But her gaze flicked to the figures nearby: two guards, one covered in blood splatter, and a Seluna Priestess kneeling beside the body. Feeding now would be reckless—dangerous.
She closed her eyes briefly, forcing herself to focus. Logic had to win out over this damned instinct. Slowly, she took a deep breath, tuning into the blood smells swirling through the area. Several scents intermingled, but one stood out, faint yet distinct—a trail leading north. Hearing the group's discussion, her eyes snapped open again.
The Princess was missing?
Her gaze moved to the bloodied guard.
‘What happened here?’ she wondered, though by the look on the other two people's faces, they didn’t seem to know either. Her gaze shifted north, pondering who or what it was that fled this gruesome scene into the residential area.
Deciding to let the guards and Priestess deal with their crime scene, Kira turned and began to follow the secondary blood trail. Her insides screamed at her to turn around—
slit all their throats and feast instead—but she willed herself to move on. Shattering her final chance at grasping some semblance of a “normal” life would be devastating.
Eventually, the trail led her to a home she didn’t recognize, but it caused her to stop dead in her tracks, about twenty feet away from the front door. The hunger surged, sharper this time, causing her breath to catch in her throat. Another scent mingled with the first one now, one she couldn't ignore, rushing over her senses like a tidal wave.
Elara. Kira’s lips pressed into a thin line, her heart beginning to race as she recognized the distinct, maddening smell of the handmaiden’s blood. Not fresh—still coursing beneath her skin—but unmistakable to Kira. For two long months she had gone out of her way to avoid Elara, knowing full well the struggle it brought. Whatever ran in her veins was like a siren's song, igniting the beast within like nothing else. It clawed to get closer every time she was near.
“Fuck,” Kira muttered under her breath, her fiery gaze fixated on the door ahead.
Her thoughts raced, connecting the dots. Elara could usually be found near the Princess. Was it the Princesses blood trail that led her here? Why were they here if the Princess was wounded? Or was it someone else Elara was harboring? Hopefully, not the culprit who had caused that guard to lose his head.
Kira flexed her fists, jaw clenching as she tried to steady herself. She needed to confirm if the Princess was here, if she was hurt—or if Elara needed help. The least she could do would be to return Elara’s kindness… She forced a slow, deep breath, willing herself to suppress the hunger clawing at her insides.
‘You can control this. You have to.’Steeling herself, she approached the door, her heart pounding in her chest. For the first time in what felt like years, an unfamiliar sensation of nervousness pulled at her. She hesitated—not because of danger, but because of her own volatile nature. There were few people in the world that Kira cared to protect. Elara was one of them. Possibly the only one.
Slowly, she raised her hand and knocked, the sound sharp in the quiet. As she waited, muscles tense, she braced herself, silently telling herself she could handle this.
Interactions: Elara @Qia, Amaya @c3p-0h