this is the reckoning
Making a mental note about challenges, he nodded, and then there were motions blurred against stark white, the invitation into brutality with all its malicious edges. The ningos were their residential fowl; inept, irritating, and idiotic, a curse most of the time. But they were useful, and even if they didn’t render these apart, feathers and fat and meat could be utilized easily.
He withheld a bark of laughter at her statement, sending naught more than amusement through Attuned tethers anyway; there were other notions to fixate upon. Placing the pheasants down, where he’d remember to collect them afterwards, he didn’t bother lowering his frame. It was a far too encompassing thing, but tended to the shadows easily, rendered in the lack of light. But he watched as she circled around, waiting for the opportunity.
And there the birds twittered and fluffed, none the wiser, dumb and dim, rolling about in the snow. No need for any elaborate plans.
Now, he signaled, before his own eruption of movement and motion. If the beasts had been paying attention to any noise or smell, they would’ve noticed them long before – but they held to their namesakes, bewildered, stupefied, and shrieking, as the blackened course of his Stygian frame lunged. Powerful and potent layers launched gracefully into the thicket, jaw enclosing over tailfeathers as one intended to take off and never made it airborne. The rest spiraled and surged, some ultimately towards Ashetta, others amidst inane circles, the confusion and chaos collected, contorted, searing at nerves.
He withheld a bark of laughter at her statement, sending naught more than amusement through Attuned tethers anyway; there were other notions to fixate upon. Placing the pheasants down, where he’d remember to collect them afterwards, he didn’t bother lowering his frame. It was a far too encompassing thing, but tended to the shadows easily, rendered in the lack of light. But he watched as she circled around, waiting for the opportunity.
And there the birds twittered and fluffed, none the wiser, dumb and dim, rolling about in the snow. No need for any elaborate plans.
Now, he signaled, before his own eruption of movement and motion. If the beasts had been paying attention to any noise or smell, they would’ve noticed them long before – but they held to their namesakes, bewildered, stupefied, and shrieking, as the blackened course of his Stygian frame lunged. Powerful and potent layers launched gracefully into the thicket, jaw enclosing over tailfeathers as one intended to take off and never made it airborne. The rest spiraled and surged, some ultimately towards Ashetta, others amidst inane circles, the confusion and chaos collected, contorted, searing at nerves.
DEIMOS
