gratuitous violence; unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking
Waste not, comes Ronin's reasoning behind only going for the one deer, though his voice is low, and the feelings that roll along with it seem much more brutal and dark than anything the Huntsman usually feels. The deer bleeds out, the iron tang of blood mixing with the sweet scent of the earth, and Ronin straightens up, on his knees at the side of the prone creature.
There will always be more deer, he continues, and in a flash of talons he opens the kill across the flank to get to the sweet meat beneath. It's not as tender as it would be if the creature had not died so startled or afraid, but it is nonetheless everything that Ronin has needed since walking into the Greatwood with Remi, and he sets upon the deer with gusto.
I never realised how good this felt, he half growls through the bond.
There will always be more deer, he continues, and in a flash of talons he opens the kill across the flank to get to the sweet meat beneath. It's not as tender as it would be if the creature had not died so startled or afraid, but it is nonetheless everything that Ronin has needed since walking into the Greatwood with Remi, and he sets upon the deer with gusto.
I never realised how good this felt, he half growls through the bond.
RONIN
