Always running his mouth, yeah he's got a few scars
Nate can hear, clear as day, clear as the throbbing pounding through nearly every bit of him, footfalls, panicked and desperate, fleeing away from him. As much as his first instinct is to rise again, give chase while his quarry is close, while the trail is fresh, but his tumble has knocked enough sense into him that he keeps still, and lets the blood lust slowly seep out of him.
Because what would he do when (not if) he caught the younger man? How much of the chase was fuelled by rage, by his own twisted upset, in a game he'd rigged to only be won by him, and how much of it was justified? And, perhaps most important to him, most instrumental to keeping him still, sprawled out on the ground as he is, what would Sunjata think if he came home with blood on his hands? If it ever happened, it would have to be for something worthwhile, not some petty slight, an injury he couldn't even feel.
Nate forced hismelf to stay still until he couldn't hear the sounds of a man fleeing through the jungle any more, then rose, slowly, dusting himself off and looking in the direction the other man had run, sharp eyes scanning for... something. "You got lucky!" He called into the night, one last threat, before he turned, and began making his way back towards Haulani, limping now that his body has realized it's injured.
Done~
Because what would he do when (not if) he caught the younger man? How much of the chase was fuelled by rage, by his own twisted upset, in a game he'd rigged to only be won by him, and how much of it was justified? And, perhaps most important to him, most instrumental to keeping him still, sprawled out on the ground as he is, what would Sunjata think if he came home with blood on his hands? If it ever happened, it would have to be for something worthwhile, not some petty slight, an injury he couldn't even feel.
Nate forced hismelf to stay still until he couldn't hear the sounds of a man fleeing through the jungle any more, then rose, slowly, dusting himself off and looking in the direction the other man had run, sharp eyes scanning for... something. "You got lucky!" He called into the night, one last threat, before he turned, and began making his way back towards Haulani, limping now that his body has realized it's injured.
Done~
NATE
