Always running his mouth, yeah he's got a few scars
If there had been a satisfaction in just threatening Kellan, there was a primal joy in chasing him, something truly monstrous surging through Nate as he ran through the trees, the dark. It felt like power, felt like the first time every part of his ascension had been worth it, and what a funny place that had been to end up, when he had started the evening cursing the choice.
There is no concern for injury or danger. Just the howl of the hunt, as Nate followed the panicked crashing sounds ahead of him, the panting breath as he came closer and closer. Even the scent of blood, mingling with freshly uncovered dirt and bruised plants, sending him into even more of a frenzy.
Despite his night vision, his heightened sense, his heightened speed, every advantage Nate has, there is something that moment that Kellan has more of. Luck. Nate reaches the edge of the clearing as the hunter is halfway across it, a distance he can close in a breath, heralding the end of the chase, the predators drive singing through his blood. It's not meant to be though. A rock, a stray root, perhaps even an especially tough clump of greenery, whatever shape Kellan's saviour takes trips Nate up, sending him rolling head over heels, his speed working against him as he rolls into a jumbled heap, stunned for the time being.
There is no concern for injury or danger. Just the howl of the hunt, as Nate followed the panicked crashing sounds ahead of him, the panting breath as he came closer and closer. Even the scent of blood, mingling with freshly uncovered dirt and bruised plants, sending him into even more of a frenzy.
Despite his night vision, his heightened sense, his heightened speed, every advantage Nate has, there is something that moment that Kellan has more of. Luck. Nate reaches the edge of the clearing as the hunter is halfway across it, a distance he can close in a breath, heralding the end of the chase, the predators drive singing through his blood. It's not meant to be though. A rock, a stray root, perhaps even an especially tough clump of greenery, whatever shape Kellan's saviour takes trips Nate up, sending him rolling head over heels, his speed working against him as he rolls into a jumbled heap, stunned for the time being.
NATE
