Soren
You have got that face that just says
While normal cunderscourges might have a lazy side to them, or clever depending on how one looked at it, that reflected Soren's general demeanor, bloodlust wiped all o that clean. He was focused as he banked and surged, following his line of sight to the smaller bird hiding in the solace of the tree's shade. He had no mind even to lift his attention to the way the grass lit around Aithne's paws and trailed off in a snaking line of devious and wild flames.
As the fyrhund distracted the falcon, Soren shifted his body and snapped back his wings. His talons opened and he honed in his attack, ready and aimed to grab the falcon in his grasp and head back to the sky.
As the fyrhund distracted the falcon, Soren shifted his body and snapped back his wings. His talons opened and he honed in his attack, ready and aimed to grab the falcon in his grasp and head back to the sky.
"Baby, I was made to break your heart"
