STATS & SUMMARY
HP | 200/200 |
MP | 200/200 |
Speed | 20m/s |
Strength | 20 |
(Melee Damage) | |
SP | 1 |
(Spell Power Multiplier) |
ITEMS ON HAND
N/ASPELLS USED
N/ACOMBAT SUMMARY
Damage Taken: | N/A |
Healing: | N/A |
MP Used: | N/A |
Buffs: | N/A |
Other Notes: | N/A |
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Her stomach rumbled and churned, roaring loudly and ringing in Kyra's ears. Unfortunately for her, Medeia was watching. In fact, everything here was Medeia's plan. Starving Kyra out for a few days and dragging her along to this village by any means necessary. Of course, those means were not difficult in the slightest, the cannibal Velkhomme never even having a thought of mutiny cross her mind as the angel led her on towards whatever the plan was. Kyra was somewhat curious, but at this point, she was more hungry than anything. What use was curiosity when what she said would fall on deaf ears? There was noting that Kyra could do to bypass the whims of her next kidnapper. Kyra thought she had managed to get away from the insanity for a moment after Jen's disappearance. As soon as Jen left, even before Kyra could breathe a sigh of relief, Medeia had taken the Velkhomme into her clutches. She was just being passed around from person to person, it seemed, but she supposed it was the only thing she was useful for. Being used as an experiment.
Kyra wondered at this point exactly what Medeia's experiment was. She had grabbed Kyra away from her maid training and locked her in her room, which admittedly was no different from the norm, save for the door well and truly being locked. She would occasionally come into the room for checkups, but never with any food. Within the first few hours, Kyra was peckish. By the end of day two, Kyra had to do her best to not attack and try to eat Medeia on her visits. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, Kyra had managed to repress the thoughts of eating Medeia over the course of the week of starvation. Now she was dragged through the snows of a mountain - Kyra was unsure of what mountain, she just knew it was not one that was close enough to Errings Rising for them to be immediate tributaries to Saraphina - for reasons that Kyra could not even fathom asking. Medeia had completely held the God Slayer in her clutches for the entirety of this past week; Kyra was powerless to stop her, even without the effects of hunger driving deep into the pits of her stomach.
Coming upon the crest of a hill, Kyra saw what she believed might have been Medeia's destination. A small collection of buildings, snug within the heights of the mountain. The scent of hunted wildlife - elk, moose, even a few vulcans - wafted into the empress's nose. Even more scintillating was the second scent that began filling her mind with a euphoric wave of desire. Humans. The overbearing scent of the beast's favorite meal fill mind. Man-flesh made itself known in taste buds of animal. Stomach churn. Mouth water. Hands clench. Lips yearn for moisture. Hunger overbearing!
Kyra held herself back, hoping the angel would not see the momentary lapse of demeanor that the young Velkhomme had. "L-Lady Medeia?" she asked. A silence hung into the air for a moment, Kyra wondering if she should ask her question, wondering if she should make her request. "N-no, s-sorry."
Whether or not Medeia would grant her request for a hunt was irrelevant. Kyra could never bring herself to simply ask her kidnapper for anything. In fact, Kyra could never ask for anything. She was incompetent, she was weak, she was the worst thing possible. Asking any questions would just lead to annoying others, and her weakness certainly did enough already. Nonetheless, body change on its own. Feet move without Kyra wanting them to. Spittle drop out of mouth and upon the thick snow beneath their feet. Angel good flesh? No, Kyra could never eat Medeia! She would be crushed in an instant, and then Medeia would use it as a way to control her more! But need flesh! Need food! Hunger roar! Die if not fed!
Kyra dipped her head, sinking herself into her sweater and hoping that she would be able to get away from the call of the beast.
WC: 0682| TWC: 0682
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