Soren
You have got that face that just says
The moment the falcon hit his talons, joy detonated through Soren like the fire through dry brush below.
It wasn’t clean or quiet. It was gleeful--a wild, breathless thrill that made him scream into the wind, a harsh raptor cry torn loose by triumph. The falcon thrashed, clever to the end, but it was too late, and too slow. Soren’s grip tightened instinctively, talons biting deep, feeling the life there, the heat, the frantic flutter of a heart that knew it had lost, and the blood dripping over his digits.
Hunger roared.
Not the dull ache of need, but the bright, ravenous delight of fulfillment imminent. His wings beat harder just to feel the weight of his prize. This was what the sky was for. This was what he was for. This is what Dygra had given him. Every rule, every restraint burned away beneath the simple, incandescent truth of it: hunt, catch, consume. He climbed higher, higher still, savoring the moment, savoring the victory. Then, when he was high enough and confident the falcon couldn't recover he dropped it.
It wasn’t clean or quiet. It was gleeful--a wild, breathless thrill that made him scream into the wind, a harsh raptor cry torn loose by triumph. The falcon thrashed, clever to the end, but it was too late, and too slow. Soren’s grip tightened instinctively, talons biting deep, feeling the life there, the heat, the frantic flutter of a heart that knew it had lost, and the blood dripping over his digits.
Hunger roared.
Not the dull ache of need, but the bright, ravenous delight of fulfillment imminent. His wings beat harder just to feel the weight of his prize. This was what the sky was for. This was what he was for. This is what Dygra had given him. Every rule, every restraint burned away beneath the simple, incandescent truth of it: hunt, catch, consume. He climbed higher, higher still, savoring the moment, savoring the victory. Then, when he was high enough and confident the falcon couldn't recover he dropped it.
"Baby, I was made to break your heart"
