Hotaru
I want a snowfall kind of love
the kind of love that quiets the world
the kind of love that quiets the world
Her own wry grin is like a secret held in the corners of her mouth, only visible with discerning eyes. Hope aside, they will find them; she is sure of it. Whether through brute force or keener, wiser angles doesn’t matter to her. As such it’s a good thing Deimos’ idea runs parallel to her own - or at least to the option she knew logically would yield the greatest success, if not the greatest satisfaction.
As her eyes track Deimos with an unblinking intensity she hasn’t managed to shake in her year of healing, Tal’s gruff voice draws her attention reluctantly away from keeping tabs on her brother, a habit that she fears will not wane any time soon. Softening once her eyes land on him, she smiles faintly, fondly. “Crepuscular means an animal that hunts in twilight hours; dawn and dusk. It’s why you won’t find foxes in the dead of night unless you’re near human settlements - then they adjust to nocturnal hunting, to avoid us.” The frozen tundra and scorching desert were the only extremes that caused differing habits, and Hotaru is quite curious to see how these foxes lean. “Out here, we don’t have to worry about that kind of impact on their hunting behavior.”
Squeezing Talyson’s shoulder gratefully at his proffered arm, the Valkyrie shifts gracefully, talons painstakingly careful on the courier’s arm as she gains her bearings before taking off into the sky. She remains lower than Deimos, teaming up with Tal and guiding him with the shadow of her feathers on the greenery as she hunts with sharpened vision, keeping pace with Boreal in the opposite direction.
- - -
Hotaru shifts into her falcon form and guides herself and Tal west opposite of Boreal.
As her eyes track Deimos with an unblinking intensity she hasn’t managed to shake in her year of healing, Tal’s gruff voice draws her attention reluctantly away from keeping tabs on her brother, a habit that she fears will not wane any time soon. Softening once her eyes land on him, she smiles faintly, fondly. “Crepuscular means an animal that hunts in twilight hours; dawn and dusk. It’s why you won’t find foxes in the dead of night unless you’re near human settlements - then they adjust to nocturnal hunting, to avoid us.” The frozen tundra and scorching desert were the only extremes that caused differing habits, and Hotaru is quite curious to see how these foxes lean. “Out here, we don’t have to worry about that kind of impact on their hunting behavior.”
Squeezing Talyson’s shoulder gratefully at his proffered arm, the Valkyrie shifts gracefully, talons painstakingly careful on the courier’s arm as she gains her bearings before taking off into the sky. She remains lower than Deimos, teaming up with Tal and guiding him with the shadow of her feathers on the greenery as she hunts with sharpened vision, keeping pace with Boreal in the opposite direction.
- - -
Hotaru shifts into her falcon form and guides herself and Tal west opposite of Boreal.
The kind of love that keeps you in bed all day
won't you bury me in your quiet love?
won't you bury me in your quiet love?
