Orangeish Sherbert
The Meteor Shower (3) : It wouldn't be a star festival without a meteor shower! Right on time, a beautiful array of shooting stars graces the night sky. This time of year is unnaturally clear and it's incredibly easy to see the stars. Most meteor fragments appear to be little white or yellow lights streaming across the sky, but if you watch closely enough you may find that some of them seem to be a whole rainbow of colors. The scientists have reported that it's just different components burning up as they enter the atmosphere, but there's something undeniably magical about it.
"You are being unkind, Devour," Rakovanite uttered, dark gaze trailing after his bonded Youma as she teased the night's victim with her uncanny abilities. He couldn't say what visions Devour inspired in the young man she preyed upon, but the civilian's face was twisted in such plain, silent agony that Rakovanite could hazard a few guesses, having been on the receiving end of her magic before.
She barely minded his scolding, only riffling off a cascade of gentle ticks with her many legs that Rakovanite innately understood as some kind of mocking.
There were no words that passed between them; Devour wasn't capable of such, but he distinctly had the impression of 'Her? Unkind?' that blossomed as a sensation in his chest. 'Wasn't he one to talk.' And then the black-pointed tip of a nail was drilling into the civilian's sternum. She did not need to draw blood to collect starseeds to consume, but Rakovanite rarely begrudged her her indulgences. Youma seemed to want for so little.
It was just unfortunate the mess Devour left in her wake. A bit of blood here or there wasn't much of a problem, but it was occasionally more conspicuous than that. Bits and pieces of her victims or a full carcass. Or rarely, a blubbering mess of a person, frightened and traumatized and perfect for her to play with another time.
Devour beamed in his direction, all pointed, yellow teeth and very pleased with Rakovanite for his vast understanding of her whims.
He dismissed her attention with a little huff and a flick of his fingers. She'd best hurry along with what she wanted to do. There were others out that might see fit to interrupt a Youma's endeavors on such an otherwise peaceful and resplendent night as this.
