08-09-2021, 03:35 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-18-2021, 02:09 AM by Olive. Edited 2 times in total.)
In another life, Olive might have been a vegetarian. She was intensely averse to killing, though she knew the usefulness of it — for food, of course, and for ceremony and ritual, but also for the god-complex it gave unto the killer. It appealed to her predatory nature more than she felt comfortable with, and around this urge, the sylph did her best to employ some haphazard sort of self control. Everything in balance, she debated with herself constantly, and everything for a reason. She only ever used her fangs if she truly famished, or if the gods willed it, and even then she never let anything go to rot. With balance and reason, how could she do wrong?
Still, it was these things the little witch pondered as she trotted through the pastural milieu, the felled hare swinging from her jaws as if it were a pup, and she looked for a shady spot to retire and indulge.
the staff team luvs u