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Random, teeny tiny Maharet piece.

Pre-Queen of the Damned, I guess. Just sort of fumbling around with her and her wanderings.

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She did not need this, only took it as the offering it was intended to be.

She felt like marble to the boy, cold and unmoving but with patient, caressing hands. Maharet crushed him to her, smoothing aside the sweat-slick curls, feeling his fever sickened eyes on her face. A gleam of infection about him, thickening and spoiling the air closest to his skin. (But even that was precious now, wasn’t it? The fragility of human life that never failed to move her.) And what could she possibly be to him, this child of barely twenty mortal years? A Goddess, yes, but terrible and frightening – so suddenly, unmistakably not human. Yet she would draw his sickness into her, her teeth piercing the skin at the bottom of his throat so that the blood came quickly, harshly, into her mouth.
Only this now. Only the heat filling her veins, thousands of years old and still susceptible to such warmth. The rhythm of his heart pounding, unaffected by disease. She was too old to let the death hurt her now. She could swallow it with the blood, devouring him until the last beat trembled through her core.


Another dead one nearby. Pulling at her attention, drawing her away from the child she still clutched in her hands. How intrusive, Maharet thought, to watch something so intimate. But she needed the boy’s eyes, green and vibrant and fresh, and she had long ago forgotten the fascination she could cause in the younger immortals. Gently, she let the boy slide from her grip till he, as lifeless as a doll, draped back against her arm.
Unexpectedly, a strength and force pushed at her. Caused her shoulders to brace, her face, already warm from the kill, to flush. There, in the darkness, the young one was testing her. Throwing his invisible power at her, as though she were something new and easily trampled. As though she was not iron and steel and a deep, boundless mentality. She seemed vicious when inanimate – all her anger gathered in her stillness.
Fool, her mind said, you absolute fool to mistake me so.