Arialla circled over the jungle, catching glimpses of movement between the trees, in clearings. The flight here from Stormbreak had been long, and she was hungry -- besides, she liked hunting in her eagle form. Gore had never bothered her; as a priestess of Apollo, she had gutted plenty of sacrifices. And now, doing violence upon the world around her felt good.
So she didn't need much excuse to strike when she found a clearing with a deer standing alone, oblivious to the bloody intentions of the speck in the sky above it. She dove, wind screaming past her feathers, talons out. It was a good, clean kill; she snapped the deer's spine in the first impact, then pierced its heart with her talons. For a moment she closed her eyes, talons still embedded in flesh, to offer a brief prayer of thanks to Frey -- once it would have been to Artemis -- for nature's bounty. Then she disentangled herself from the deer and began to carve with her beak, an efficient and remorseless butcher.
So she didn't need much excuse to strike when she found a clearing with a deer standing alone, oblivious to the bloody intentions of the speck in the sky above it. She dove, wind screaming past her feathers, talons out. It was a good, clean kill; she snapped the deer's spine in the first impact, then pierced its heart with her talons. For a moment she closed her eyes, talons still embedded in flesh, to offer a brief prayer of thanks to Frey -- once it would have been to Artemis -- for nature's bounty. Then she disentangled herself from the deer and began to carve with her beak, an efficient and remorseless butcher.
Arialla
Freedom. Flight. Grace. Keen-sight.
"Golden Eagle - Mongolia" by carfull...from Wyoming is licensed with CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
