LOCKE
He misses, growling as the crow swoops back around. The talons rake across his eye and everything is red for a moment. He swats at the bird again but it's a halfhearted attempt. The warm, sticky liquid makes it hard to see so he shifts again. This time to something smaller, something harder to hit. He may not have claws but his fangs do even more damage now.
This time? He simply waits, coiled and posed to strike. If any of them should get near him, he would strike. He's still new to this body too but the hot air feels him with energy. Maybe he'll get his meal after all. And most animals are wary of snakes right? At least he's not bleeding anymore.
This time? He simply waits, coiled and posed to strike. If any of them should get near him, he would strike. He's still new to this body too but the hot air feels him with energy. Maybe he'll get his meal after all. And most animals are wary of snakes right? At least he's not bleeding anymore.
It's like a bit of light
and a touch of dark
and a touch of dark
