The Goddess Who Cried Blood ++ Istas & Chua ++
By the time Chua had escaped the cave, along with the few others, he was on the verge of slitting all of their throats. The tears, the fear the weakness. It was pathetic and he should have extended them a courtesy and laid them in the earth. His mind had been occupied with visions of the pale haired siren who he had mounted none to long ago and he scoured the east entire east side with no sign of her. The mountain of a native scoffed to himself, reminding that he wandered the isle alone. He was destined for that path and perhaps the Blood Goddess had finally recognized his devotion to her and her thirst for the blood of all creatures by giving him something pure.
After relenting and accepting the thought as just that, he found himself seeking out the village he was birthed in, but a place he never called home. Devastation was seen in every corner of it. Huts blown completely away, food storage damaged almost beyond repair. His sole interest was only to seek out the one called Istas. The one that never showed fear when she looked at him with as much intensity as he looked down upon prey during the hunt. A small native boy froze in place as Chua stormed into the village looking very much like the bull seeking its mate.
