A/N: A little drabble thing I wrote in a few minutes after catching up with all the chapters.
Dislaimer: Claymore belongs to its rightful owner.
Her eyes are dry and her lips are cracked, and she so wants to wet her appetite with a bit of blood. But she can't.
Priscilla sits deathly still as she rides on Raki's shoulder. She's concentrating all her energies into staving off the hunger gnawing deep in her belly. At first, when she had first awakened she had been a moderate feeder. She was powerful, but the idea of feeding was a small blip in her mind. When she was hungry she fed. As she continued on she grew hungrier and hungrier feeding on whomever was deliciousness enough to cross her path. That was before she met Isley. She remembers facing off against him on icy plains soon to be cracked and watery from the power of their battle. Their youki was so forceful it crushed the bleak landscape around them. She remembers the fight vividly. Her memory is a blank slate of everything before Isley. She had been fascinated by him and his long hair. His smooth skin and his sweet mask that held nothing more than a fraction of his personality made her stay. She thinks she might have been in love if she had known what love meant. She's nothing more than hunger pains and aching teeth now, but the memories of how one day a boy joined their motley crew of two and turned them into a makeshift family makes her smile nonetheless.
She sits on the boy's shoulder patiently. The scent that she had been following had long since faded from his skin, but the fact that he had carried it on him in the north made him special. She might have grown fond of him too, if she still knew what fond meant. He tastes like lost memories now.
So she keeps a hold on her hunger and waits with her hands pressed against her caved in belly. She's hungry, but she knows that when she finally looses control that she'll have so much blood surrounding her and she'll be able to gorge on all the flesh she wants until her empty heart is content. She can't quite remember what it means to be not hungry, but she hasn't reached the end of her journey, so she sits on his shoulder and holds her belly and waits some more.
