this is the reckoning
He could only shrug at the implications; there could be a myriad of things. Perhaps she’d changed her mind. There’d been other notions to consider. A horde of other challenges looming ahead and around. But he’d also never been one to pressure anyone – so he presumed Theea would meander her way through the guild hall on her own time. The shyness made him snort though, given his own introverted way of persisting amidst the world. I could always assign her a task, if that is more her style. He gave a houndish smirk in response, and then there were other things to focus upon.
He didn’t unfurl fully – not yet – not until he saw Ashetta was more than capable of keeping pace. Only then did he unleash all those semblances of cold-hearted liberation, the kind lurking through predacious endeavors and raptorial predilections, melding and meshing with the snow. Strides swept and turned, launching over logs and collectively toiling through the underbrush – swift, keen, sure, certain. The wild was a haven for him; where he could express those more vehement tendencies always so carefully corded away – where control wasn’t wholly necessary, where he could unleash and calculate the finer points of violence and nothing more.
He inhaled, catching the scent of the flock again, and rushed across the grove, until he came to a sudden halt, then blended his frame into the shadow of a few towering trees. Just around the fallen log, he warned the fellow hybrid. We can ambush them from the sides, unless she had a different plan. Sometimes the rush straight into the cluster of bewildered birds was enough.
He didn’t unfurl fully – not yet – not until he saw Ashetta was more than capable of keeping pace. Only then did he unleash all those semblances of cold-hearted liberation, the kind lurking through predacious endeavors and raptorial predilections, melding and meshing with the snow. Strides swept and turned, launching over logs and collectively toiling through the underbrush – swift, keen, sure, certain. The wild was a haven for him; where he could express those more vehement tendencies always so carefully corded away – where control wasn’t wholly necessary, where he could unleash and calculate the finer points of violence and nothing more.
He inhaled, catching the scent of the flock again, and rushed across the grove, until he came to a sudden halt, then blended his frame into the shadow of a few towering trees. Just around the fallen log, he warned the fellow hybrid. We can ambush them from the sides, unless she had a different plan. Sometimes the rush straight into the cluster of bewildered birds was enough.
DEIMOS
