Voice; un: daisy

[hearstheblood]

[The transmission is technically a video - though throughout it all the screen remains unevenly black and rough-textured, as if a piece of fabric had been tossed across the lens of the camera. The voice that speaks is recognizably Daisy Tonner's, though there's a faint burr and growl to it, as if it had been run through a sound modifying program. Or something.]

All right. Suppose anyone with an opinion can chime in, but this is mostly for the Sanguis lot. Or anyone else who gets . . . like that. Bloodthirsty.

[It's such a crawlingly, hideously personal thing to ask. But if there was ever a place she might find people who could come close to understanding her own situation, this might be it. And she has to try.]

How do you get through it?

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[sifukatara]

I try to do yoga and other calming things, like meditation, or going for a swim in cold water, but I don't think I need to tell you it isn't always enough.

When that happens, I'm lucky enough that I found people from my world. They'd know what they'd be getting into if we spar... and sometimes I really can't help myself.

[ Bloodbending is not something she's fond of, but she's felt the edge a few times... had the nightmares. Not gonna mention that casually, though. ]

Honestly, though, you might be surprised. Even people with... unique power sets can usually find their match in a group this big and varied, if that's what you're worried about?

[hearstheblood]

[This girl's so gentle about it, about reassuring Daisy that she can find someone she won't tear to pieces. There's an understanding of this fear in it, one that Daisy doesn't like to hear in a voice so young.]

Good to know. But if I start, I don't know if I'll be able to stop again.

[sifukatara]

It wouldn't be your fault. I know that doesn't always make it any easier, but we can't help the way these places mess with us.

[ She considers it for a moment. ]

If it isn't too personal, what kind of powers do you have? I've met a lot of people by now-- [ Between traveling to three different worlds and all. ] --maybe I know someone I could recommend. Or there may be someone that could help you keep it under control, instead. [ She'd consider offering if she weren't also Sanguis. ]

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[hearstheblood]

[Daisy almost responds that she wouldn't say she has powers, that she's magical or anything. She's not a vampire or a cursed puppet or . . . or whatever Jon is, now. She's just - good at what she does. And always so everlastingly hungry for just one more chase.]

I'm- I suppose you'd call me a Hunter. [How audible that capital H is, she doesn't know. She doesn't think it makes much difference, herself.] Or that's what I was, for a long time. Until I decided to stop.

[There's a towel covering the lens of the camera, and she lifts it off with careful teeth, close enough to the propped-up communicator that for a moment all there is is rustling and the too-close unfocused blur of scales, and hair, and a moment of fogged breath and long teeth.

Then she pads back, far enough out that the camera can take in all of what she's been under every unopposed Sanguis moon, a large wolflike, serpentine figure, dense fur and scaled belly and too-bright slitted gold eyes. When she speaks again, it's very clear that the growl on the edge of each word is not any kind of filter.]

Plus a few days a month, there's this.

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[sifukatara]

[ "Until I decided to stop." has a few implications to it, and none of them point to it being a simple and easy choice. Katara assumes she must have a pretty determined or stubborn personality to just give up something she'd been doing for so long. Old habits are notoriously difficult to break.

To be polite Katara follows suit to video, which gives Daisy a clear view of her own current state, a pair of leathery wings just barely visible, disappearing into the top of the frame. There are delicate blue scales peeking from beneath the collar at her neck, too. Her transformation isn't nearly as extreme, but she's begun experiencing the exalted traits now.

If she's surprised by the extent of Daisy's transformation it doesn't show beyond a brief widening of her green slitted eyes. She does offer an understanding smile after, though. She looks like the sort of creature she'd see back home, though calling her a "creature" even for comparison's sake seems cruel, and she holds her tongue on that. ]

The transformation is pretty jarring the first time, isn't it? Have you considered maybe hunting in the wilderness at the edge of the city? I don't know if it's enough to scratch the itch for everyone, but there are wild animals out there... And you could always sell whatever supplies you get from it?

[ God this is SO AWKWARD she feels really terrible for suggesting resorting to giving into animalistic instinct, BUT HEY. She's been a wolf-fish, and before that a dragon-bird back in Ourana. Sometimes the urge is just the urge! ]

[hearstheblood]

[Seeing the young woman's own changes is comforting, in a way, and Daisy feels herself relax slowly as she looks at her and, after a moment of taking her in, just . . . smiles. Releasing a deep breath, she settles down to the floor, forelegs crossed.]

Mm. Catching fish did help, once. [Before it got a bit cold for that.] We're allowed to hunt out there?

[sifukatara]

[It does Katara some good too, to see Daisy relaxing a bit. Hey, if some good for others can come of these weird transformations of hers then it's- almost kind of worth it?]

I don't think there are any laws against it, nothing that I've heard at least. They have to get their supplies from somewhere, right?