but now it is a competition of whichever is heavier:
my will, or the pull of gravity into the grave
my will, or the pull of gravity into the grave
You always know how to make my day, she teases lightly, always eager to deploy her original magic, the one that is deeply and irrevocably entwined in her soul. Though she’s admittedly surprised by his vague, promising lead. She has not tried to utilize magic while shifted, wasn’t sure it was even a possibility. Perhaps she had been missing out on possibilities - though normally, the more animalistic qualities were an intentional boon of their own, no magic required.
Drifting in Deimos’ tailstream she watches the cracked and scorched crags below, waiting for his compulsion to seek out all manner of local critter to play as their bait. Working smarter, not harder. Watching the giant rodents emerge, Ru ramps down on the hunter’s urge that swells inside, knowing there was better prey to be had if only she is willing to be patient. And it appears that patience pays off swifter than planned - below, a sudden appearance as of from the blink of an eye has her heart jumping with the immediate urge to counter even from above. But all it does is strike swiftly for the massive rodent that had been closest to it, the squeak of the prey audible even from above. That was quick. On your lead? It’s lightly teasing, even in genuine offer. Giving up the first blow is like a courtesy for beings like them who find such joy and fulfillment in the hunt.
Drifting in Deimos’ tailstream she watches the cracked and scorched crags below, waiting for his compulsion to seek out all manner of local critter to play as their bait. Working smarter, not harder. Watching the giant rodents emerge, Ru ramps down on the hunter’s urge that swells inside, knowing there was better prey to be had if only she is willing to be patient. And it appears that patience pays off swifter than planned - below, a sudden appearance as of from the blink of an eye has her heart jumping with the immediate urge to counter even from above. But all it does is strike swiftly for the massive rodent that had been closest to it, the squeak of the prey audible even from above. That was quick. On your lead? It’s lightly teasing, even in genuine offer. Giving up the first blow is like a courtesy for beings like them who find such joy and fulfillment in the hunt.
