Soren spiraled down after it, the wind screaming past his ears, the world narrowing to the dark shape tumbling toward Aithne’s waiting jaws. Satisfaction burned bright and hot in his chest as he watched her intercept it, the snap of bone carrying even over the rush of air. Despite it being Aithne that caused it, a rush of thrill and pleasure ran down the cinderscourge's spine.
He landed a heartbeat later in a scatter of ash and heat, wings tucking as his talons bit into scorched earth. The scent of blood was thick, metallic and all-too intoxicating. Aithne’s howl cut through the noise of his bloodlust, and he shifted. From where the cinderscoureg landed now stood the molten tiger, massive and broad and towering over the clearing aflame. He stalked forward, every step deliberate, savoring the way the bird’s struggles weakened.
He struck without hesitation, maw driving down, and snapping closed over the falcon.
He landed a heartbeat later in a scatter of ash and heat, wings tucking as his talons bit into scorched earth. The scent of blood was thick, metallic and all-too intoxicating. Aithne’s howl cut through the noise of his bloodlust, and he shifted. From where the cinderscoureg landed now stood the molten tiger, massive and broad and towering over the clearing aflame. He stalked forward, every step deliberate, savoring the way the bird’s struggles weakened.
He struck without hesitation, maw driving down, and snapping closed over the falcon.
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