but now it is a competition of whichever is heavier:
my will, or the pull of gravity into the grave
my will, or the pull of gravity into the grave
Typical prey for a falcon usually involved earthbound critters. Something she could press her weight down upon to help stun and snap the delicate bones and ligaments in to ensure a swift and painless death. That doesn’t mean she is unwilling to get creative of course, but as the dark flighted figure in the sky loops around below, Hotaru debates whether it is worthy prey. It could certainly put up more of a fight, and the Valkyrie is fond of her feathers. Cresting lower, Hotaru turns her head, sharp eyes examining the dark bird closer.
A raven, it seems. Not the Gore Crow she had suspected at first. Duller talons and beak, then. Acceptable prey.
With mind summarily made up, the Valkyrie dives from on high, wings tucked tight in aerodynamic spiral to increase the velocity of her drop. Only as she approaches does she flare her wings in a snap of sound, talons reaching for the raven’s back.
A raven, it seems. Not the Gore Crow she had suspected at first. Duller talons and beak, then. Acceptable prey.
With mind summarily made up, the Valkyrie dives from on high, wings tucked tight in aerodynamic spiral to increase the velocity of her drop. Only as she approaches does she flare her wings in a snap of sound, talons reaching for the raven’s back.
