Crave (Open)

[Asara Willow]

7th Bell, Summer 2nd, 511 AV

Asara watched the crowds of humans listlessly, hunger gnawing in her gut, seated upon the proud back of Zafkil, her only real companion and noble steed. The female was uncomfortable, even at this hour, for humans paraded in the streets and vendors still managed to sell their wares to a late-night shopper. Although, the Symenestra had the advantage of being able to see into shadows that encroached on the busy streets.

The Symenestra wore her usual garb: a long cloak with its hood pulled up to shadow her face, riding breeches and a linen shirt, a woven red scarf tied around her slender waist, and a riding boots and gloves. To all intents and purposes, Asara looked like a riding traveler from the Wildlands looking for some form of sustenance.

A hunger for the forbidden cattle creatures below her perch plagued Asara's head and stomach. She was very thin, mainly because she was born to be thin, but part of the reason was her ever present hunger.

The crave to hunt and kill a human.

The always present instinct was disgusting. Asara always found the desire to hunt and kill actual sentient beings something vile that didn't deserve to be thought about. Even so, she often found herself tailing unwitting prey, but inside she convinced herself she was investigating. With this revelation, she'd always halt her pursuit and turn her mind toward purer foods. Fruits and, every so often, vegetables, were her main source of livelihood. As a Symenestra, she couldn't easily eat them, and making them proper for digestion was time consuming. Better than hunting rodents, but still degrading in a way.

Asara turned her attention to her little back of mizas, her only source of the necessities in this harsh city. Her four ribbon daggers stuck out of the purse in a decorative fashion, almost innocent even though Asara had purchased them with the thought of playing assassin every so often.

Zafkil shook his head to get Asara's attention and the Symenestra spoke in a string of graceful Symenos words, speaking to her horse. She knew he wanted some good horse food to eat, not grass as usual, and Asara told him she'd find him some.

She slid off her horse and took his reigns, leading him into the crowds quietly.