HOTARU
They come together like tectonic plates meeting, and their discordant desires are all the more destructively beautiful in chorus with one another. Hotaru's eyes move towards the furry devils in the branches at his words, watching their bodies race atop the Labyrinth walls as they call eerily into the air. "What a coincidence, because I do hate them. And I have a particularly delightful quest that involves fending off attacks with this little thing," she says with a wicked smirk alighting on her face as she pulls the crop Frey had given back to her out of the loop on her belt. Waving it around playfully so that the leather fold at the top waggles about.
"So how about we go entice them into a game of Whack-a-Squirrel?" Hotaru will have to aggravate them enough to spur them into turning and attacking instead of fleeing, but that's just part of the fun in this little hunt. "And the runners can be lunch if we get peckish while we look for some bigger prey." She certainly needs a refresher course with her bow, and the big-tailed bastards will be more than adequate practice with how nimble they are.
"So how about we go entice them into a game of Whack-a-Squirrel?" Hotaru will have to aggravate them enough to spur them into turning and attacking instead of fleeing, but that's just part of the fun in this little hunt. "And the runners can be lunch if we get peckish while we look for some bigger prey." She certainly needs a refresher course with her bow, and the big-tailed bastards will be more than adequate practice with how nimble they are.
mother, make me a big grey cloud
so I can rain on you all the things
that I can't say out loud
