#thyra thorne

His arms shook as he used every ounce of his strength to hold the spear at bay, the tip already lodge into his shoulder as the mysterious woman tried her best to impale him to the stone pillar that stood behind him... His blood red gaze meeting her crimson hue that seeped with power. He couldn’t hold on anymore, he was too hungry, weeks without feeding left him starved for aether and weakened.

He grunted and winced in pain as her sharp spear slowly dug in deeper and pushed him back against the pillar. He knew he would not win this fight. He had only one option, to catch her off guard. Damien relinquished his grip on her spear allowing her force to drive it through his shoulder, a cry of pain echoing through the forest of the Dravanian Forelands before he quickly reaches out to pull her close. The act worked as her eyes went wide.

Using what strength that remained he grabbed her head and pulled it aside giving him full access her neck to bite. The moment his fangs pierced her pale skin he began to drain that which he coveted -- her aether. Though within an instant he knew something was different about her. The sudden influx of power, raw and overwhelming, unlike anything he had ever tasted before from someone’s aether, his eyes went wide and he a jolt of energy shot up his spine and radiated through his body. 

Damien grunted once more taking another pull of her precious life energy, every second of drinking her aether another jolt shot through his body and his vision began to blur as her body began to relax and lean forward against his. After a few moments he retracted his fangs from her neck with a gasp and stumbled backwards, his head spinning, or was it the world around him? He couldn’t tell. Falling backwards against the pillar he could barely stand, and the raven-haired woman falling forward with him in a daze. Instinctively he caught her, though his mind was racing from the drunken haze of her aether; it was as if he had drank an entire bottle of bourbon on top of snorting somnus. Slowly he slid down the wall and rolled the woman off him to rest against the pillar before trying to stand and staggering while he brought a hand up to hold his wounded shoulder. 

Damien took two steps forward before stumbling to the ground unable to walk as her aether now coursed through him.

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Being surrounded by vast amounts of ocean had always confused her, leaving her a befuddled mess, almost as if the sea threw her sense of direction into the trash. Being in a new city that she had yet to explore did not help with this factor, but the knowledge of scholars was far too enticing to ignore, leaving her lost and unsettled but far too determined to turn back. 

Blue eyes gazed upon the stricter woman that stood ramrod straight and acted as if she wanted anything other than to be disturbed, causing hesitation to shake in her bones. Alas, the woman seemed to be the only one around at this time and left the viera with no choice. With quiet steps, she approached until she was quiet enough for the meekness of her voice to carry across the raging winds of an angry sea.