I would like to say, before you read this, that the mere fact that I have written in should qualify me to be put in a mental institution. Two mornings have I woken up with a story for Ilyana in my mind, and yet neither one could possibly be compared to the other.
Shade was meant to be a sad view on her life with the Greil mercenaries, due to her love for Ike (which may or may not have been unrequited). I only gave it a happy ending for her because I couldn't stand it anymore.
Hunger shows a much darker side of Ilyana, that starts at borderline creepy, and then smashes straight through that line. I have no idea whatsoever what caused this to appear in my mind, though I suspect it may have been a thought that compared Ilyana's endless hunger to that of the Taxxons from an old book series called Animorphs.
My last note: If you came here looking for yuri, you're in the wrong place. However, I suppose you could draw a one-sided Mia/Ilyana if you squint.
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Mia looked good enough to eat.
And that was why Ilyana was having so much trouble as she lay there, watching the girl's sleeping form, hunger growing by the minute. Ever since that new unit had arrived, there had been too many people for her to have her own tent anymore, and the sword master had graciously taken her in.
It was too bad, she mused. After all, was this really the way she'd repay the purple haired girl's kindness? But eventually her insatiable appetite won out over both reason and common sense, and Ilyana found herself slowly moving over to her new tentmate, and carefully placing both the girl's arms underneath her body before sitting down on top of her.
Covering Mia's nose and mouth with one hand, she wanted to shout at her, to warn her about what she was going to do, but Ilyana's body continued to move on it's own, ignoring her mind's commands.
After a few moments, Mia began to stir from the lack of oxygen, eventually snapping wide awake and attempting to struggle away from her captor, using up air at a rate she could hardly afford, and within a few moments, she stopped moving completely, life gone form her body. Ilyana shed a single tear, the only sign that the mage felt any remorse about her actions.
Moving her head down to the fallen sword master, she began to feed on one who she had once considered a friend. Inside, the girl was crying, trying to tell her body to stop, refusing to believe that her partner was dead. But as she continued to eat, the filling of her stomach accompanied by an unwanted acquiring of the taste, she could no longer fight the urge to do so of her own free will.
After changing her clothes, she burned the bloodstained outfit along with that of the comrade she had devoured. Come morning, no one would have any idea where Mia had gone.
Insisting that she had no idea where her roommate had disappeared to, Ilyana was the one who spent the most amount of time with the search parties out looking for her, and the one who grieved the most when they decided that they had to move on. Who could suspect her as the real culprit of the crime?
And as Ilyana's hunger returned, a thought sprang to her mind, unbidden. 'I wonder if Zihark will spend the night with me tonight?'
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Do you see what I mean?! What the hell inspired this?!