LOREN
Loren glanced right back at Deimos. Honking at the eagle, the goose ruffled his feathers. Lifting a webbed foot, he waved it in the direction of the General before settling down. The healer didn't let up on the compulsion, leading the Ningos away from both the flock and the marketplace where they could be hunted down without causing a ruckus.
Leaving the actual hunting to the Sword, the Firebrand released the prey once they'd been led far enough from the people below to avoid a commotion and to prevent the flock from scattering to the four winds. It was simple enough for the Sword to catch one. The others that Loren had compelled darted away, squawking and attempting (and failing) to fly away.
He took off, descending towards one that was farthest away. Flying above it, he shifted into the form of a honey badger. His flight turned into a sort of controlled (mostly) leap, and he fastened his teeth around the bird's neck even as he tumbled, skidded, and rolled into a snowdrift. The Ningo thrashed and fought his grip even as its blood, hot and tasty, spilled into his throat and across his mouth.
Leaving the actual hunting to the Sword, the Firebrand released the prey once they'd been led far enough from the people below to avoid a commotion and to prevent the flock from scattering to the four winds. It was simple enough for the Sword to catch one. The others that Loren had compelled darted away, squawking and attempting (and failing) to fly away.
He took off, descending towards one that was farthest away. Flying above it, he shifted into the form of a honey badger. His flight turned into a sort of controlled (mostly) leap, and he fastened his teeth around the bird's neck even as he tumbled, skidded, and rolled into a snowdrift. The Ningo thrashed and fought his grip even as its blood, hot and tasty, spilled into his throat and across his mouth.
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