ISLA
The softness in Remi's eyes is reflected back with gratitude in Isla's own; she knows (and then some) that the Lullaby isn't accustomed to anything getting to a kill before he does, so for him to allow her to go ahead isn't something she takes for granted, even as his friend. Rolling her shoulders as if to try and loosen up muscles made tense by more than the thrill of the hunt, Isla prowls ahead.
She doesn't shift until the very last moment, and even then it's only because she will need a molten tiger's claws to break through the armour of a fyrhund's hide. Springing forward, it's the transformation from woman to feline that is the real ambush, and the yowling grows louder for a split second before cutting off entirely, replaced by the cries of victories from the crows circling overhead. With teeth cracking through the creature's rocky plating, the molten blood won't cause her much difficulty, and it's the flesh she's after besides.
She doesn't shift until the very last moment, and even then it's only because she will need a molten tiger's claws to break through the armour of a fyrhund's hide. Springing forward, it's the transformation from woman to feline that is the real ambush, and the yowling grows louder for a split second before cutting off entirely, replaced by the cries of victories from the crows circling overhead. With teeth cracking through the creature's rocky plating, the molten blood won't cause her much difficulty, and it's the flesh she's after besides.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
