Rage, maybe rage would lift me up
The distance was appreciated, though he wasn’t certain if he applied it through the attuned bond or not; concentration honed on applying his skills again and again. This was a far more overt method of hunting; there was no hiding behind brush, there was no spying from greater heights, there was no magic or weaponry involved. It was speed, swiftness, and sharpened teeth, powerful, potent jaws; the fish could dash away, but he was quicker, mightier, and far more potent. Clasping upon scaled tails and fins, embedded them along fangs, and pulling the prey from the depths and fathoms could’ve been another vehement satisfaction, had his mind not been occupied and applied elsewhere.
The impression of Hotaru on the cliffs, vanishing within the blink of an eye gave him some pause, a level of distinction as he followed through on his efforts, gliding towards his intended rock with his quarry. She has done this before. Disappeared without a trace, capable of blending into nothingness, into voids, into spectral dimensions, and then returning no worse for wear. She has always been a survivor. And with the cure in place, she wouldn’t be sickened – likely meaning, despite his trepidation and fears, that the Valkyrie was fine. And if she wants to hide, she is more than capable.
The impression of Hotaru on the cliffs, vanishing within the blink of an eye gave him some pause, a level of distinction as he followed through on his efforts, gliding towards his intended rock with his quarry. She has done this before. Disappeared without a trace, capable of blending into nothingness, into voids, into spectral dimensions, and then returning no worse for wear. She has always been a survivor. And with the cure in place, she wouldn’t be sickened – likely meaning, despite his trepidation and fears, that the Valkyrie was fine. And if she wants to hide, she is more than capable.
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