But if it's selfless love you're looking for, you've got the wrong goddess
“So glad you understand,” she chortles, childish and pleased by the way he plays along. The same way he abides and entertains her desire to explore the boneyard. She would do the same for him in a heartbeat, but admittedly they both know the Valkyrie is more prone to flights of fancy.
Truly Ru couldn’t care less about the why. The shark is simply unlucky today, and it will pay with its life. Simple as that. The desire to hunt and kill is only stronger as she changes forms, hawk eyes drawn to the tiniest movement that human eyes wouldn’t have been able to discern. If a dramatic blown kiss of appreciation could be turned into emotion, that is what Deimos will feel seconds before Ru dives. Talons tucked and wings encasing her small body until - right before the moment of impact where a hawk would use its body weight and momentum to snap the spine of its prey - she transforms into her mountain lion form and lands hard with far more weight behind it.
She has never killed a shark before, but the anatomy is relatively similar. Claws dig in and teeth seek out the spinal cord, and it is over and done within moments. Her tail thrashes with predatory glee. There’s no time to waste however, and so she swallows the remaining blood on her fangs to prevent herself from tasting it as a human before reluctantly transforms back. Hotaru efficiently ties up her skirt to get it out of the way before plucking her dagger free to begin skinning it. The innards could be left for any buzzards and stubborn sand dwellers. The skin would come with her. “Its hide would make great flexible armor,” she notes conversationally, as if she hadn’t just killed it moments ago. “It feels so strange, I wonder if a regular shark feels any different?” Maybe they should have a hunting trip in the ocean, because she suddenly desperately needs to know.
Truly Ru couldn’t care less about the why. The shark is simply unlucky today, and it will pay with its life. Simple as that. The desire to hunt and kill is only stronger as she changes forms, hawk eyes drawn to the tiniest movement that human eyes wouldn’t have been able to discern. If a dramatic blown kiss of appreciation could be turned into emotion, that is what Deimos will feel seconds before Ru dives. Talons tucked and wings encasing her small body until - right before the moment of impact where a hawk would use its body weight and momentum to snap the spine of its prey - she transforms into her mountain lion form and lands hard with far more weight behind it.
She has never killed a shark before, but the anatomy is relatively similar. Claws dig in and teeth seek out the spinal cord, and it is over and done within moments. Her tail thrashes with predatory glee. There’s no time to waste however, and so she swallows the remaining blood on her fangs to prevent herself from tasting it as a human before reluctantly transforms back. Hotaru efficiently ties up her skirt to get it out of the way before plucking her dagger free to begin skinning it. The innards could be left for any buzzards and stubborn sand dwellers. The skin would come with her. “Its hide would make great flexible armor,” she notes conversationally, as if she hadn’t just killed it moments ago. “It feels so strange, I wonder if a regular shark feels any different?” Maybe they should have a hunting trip in the ocean, because she suddenly desperately needs to know.
