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Macy listened to Hawke's words as best she could, allowing her hair to conceal her expression as she attempted to calm her racing heartbeat. Blood... The word struck a chord in her, enough so to keep her from bursting forth to attack their new companion. He had been kind to give her those keys, after all, so that she could free her companions from that room. She did not want to harm him, though she did want to find out what made up that burly stature of his.
Managing enough control to resist those urges, his sudden dash caused her to react with her own quick step only paces behind him. Her eyes glistened at the sight of him slicing the arms of the enemy mages, and she followed suit without hesitation to impale her dagger and rapier into the artery in each of their necks, respectively. Blood showered around her, running down her arms and staining her clothes, and she couldn't help the nearly manaiacal laugh that escaped from her lips. This was a wonderful feeling. Her body responded to the gore with a shiver of pleasure, though the moment was gone far too soon.
As their corpses fell at her feet, she took a moment to stare at them, still giggling at the fleeting memory of how Hawke and her had taken them down. Blood splattered on her cheeks, her eyes glimmered with satisfaction. Hawke has helped to quell the urge, if only slightly. She wanted more, but as she turned to look around the room she knew that their current enemies were no more. It wouldn't be enjoyable slicing open corpses with no life. For a moment, she closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing, before she gained the strength to replace her weapons upon her belt. With a slightly struggling expression, Macy walked to where Hawke was standing, not looking him in the eyes as she came to stand right next to him. "... Stay away."
She gave this quiet warning to him as a friend, trying to sound cold in an attempt to encourage him not to help her any longer. Her hands still shook with a deep desire, and she did not want to put him in harm's way. He had seemed to understand this feeling she couldn't control, and she appreciated his help, but as one who was not of their party -not really- he did not need to help her as he did. Without another word, she walked off to follow the rest as she did her best not to get left behind. The urge was nearly painful as she resisted pulling out her weapons again, and instead kept her arms hugged tightly around herself throughout the exchange with this new person, choosing to remain the the back of their group. I want to cut him up... Her muscles twitched and she hugged herself tighter. It was uncomfortable, and she hated the person she became in these moments, but Macy knew that this desire for blood would fade as they progressed. It just took its time.
Managing enough control to resist those urges, his sudden dash caused her to react with her own quick step only paces behind him. Her eyes glistened at the sight of him slicing the arms of the enemy mages, and she followed suit without hesitation to impale her dagger and rapier into the artery in each of their necks, respectively. Blood showered around her, running down her arms and staining her clothes, and she couldn't help the nearly manaiacal laugh that escaped from her lips. This was a wonderful feeling. Her body responded to the gore with a shiver of pleasure, though the moment was gone far too soon.
As their corpses fell at her feet, she took a moment to stare at them, still giggling at the fleeting memory of how Hawke and her had taken them down. Blood splattered on her cheeks, her eyes glimmered with satisfaction. Hawke has helped to quell the urge, if only slightly. She wanted more, but as she turned to look around the room she knew that their current enemies were no more. It wouldn't be enjoyable slicing open corpses with no life. For a moment, she closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing, before she gained the strength to replace her weapons upon her belt. With a slightly struggling expression, Macy walked to where Hawke was standing, not looking him in the eyes as she came to stand right next to him. "... Stay away."
She gave this quiet warning to him as a friend, trying to sound cold in an attempt to encourage him not to help her any longer. Her hands still shook with a deep desire, and she did not want to put him in harm's way. He had seemed to understand this feeling she couldn't control, and she appreciated his help, but as one who was not of their party -not really- he did not need to help her as he did. Without another word, she walked off to follow the rest as she did her best not to get left behind. The urge was nearly painful as she resisted pulling out her weapons again, and instead kept her arms hugged tightly around herself throughout the exchange with this new person, choosing to remain the the back of their group. I want to cut him up... Her muscles twitched and she hugged herself tighter. It was uncomfortable, and she hated the person she became in these moments, but Macy knew that this desire for blood would fade as they progressed. It just took its time.