my ears can hear my mouth can speak my spirit talks my soul believes
The hunter casts a stark contrast against her colorful quarry as she approaches the ramphira slowly, with no tree or rock to hide behind. Luckily the herd is mostly concerned with itself, trusting in its camouflage and its other senses, which she has fooled with a crypsis of salt water and palm fronds. She is armed with nothing but a hunting knife as she creeps closer, but it is with her empty hand that she reaches out to the nearest specimen.
A snake-like shadow seeps out of the carved runes on her forearm, undulating toward the ramphire with patient intention. The magic winds around the creature’s neck and, as the same hand tightens in a fist, the dark thread pulls taut like a noose. The quarry slumps, groaning; a comrade stirs, glimpsing the hunter; and with a round of alarmed squawks, the entire flock splashes away.
Chaele curses, retreating quickly to her pack on hard ground. Only after she has sufficiently berated herself does she notice the other figure across the way, no doubt a witness to it all. She immediately scrambles for her stag skull mask, donning it warily as she examines the stranger from afar.
A snake-like shadow seeps out of the carved runes on her forearm, undulating toward the ramphire with patient intention. The magic winds around the creature’s neck and, as the same hand tightens in a fist, the dark thread pulls taut like a noose. The quarry slumps, groaning; a comrade stirs, glimpsing the hunter; and with a round of alarmed squawks, the entire flock splashes away.
Chaele curses, retreating quickly to her pack on hard ground. Only after she has sufficiently berated herself does she notice the other figure across the way, no doubt a witness to it all. She immediately scrambles for her stag skull mask, donning it warily as she examines the stranger from afar.
Base code by Odd • Art by Krakenkatz
