this is the reckoning
Perhaps this way of hunting was best - for no sooner had the birds launched their outcries, their dominion, their prowess, did the two do the same in ample accord. While Aisha engaged, dove, and caught, the Sword made his own maneuvers, ducking low to avoid sharp talons, pressing himself into the midsts of shadows, and when there was something close enough, he snagged.
It was a small jump into the air, but a necessary, apt, and swift one. His fangs came down upon plumage, and he could feel the tiny bones snap against his teeth as he ferociously trapped them in his jaws. The fowl flapped against his face, his features, striving desperately to survive the incoming onslaught, but all he had to do was push it down into the ground, snare deeper and further, until the struggle ceased entirely. Fight or flight might’ve been an apt term, but not for the individual the hound had mauled and maimed.
Lifting his head, he surveyed the rest of the flock, some dissipating and veering off entirely, noticing the hastening and loss of their own. All right? Not worry perhaps, but the faintest of concerns, uncertain if she had escaped unscathed or had some injury they’d have to attend to at some point. Zuriel wasn’t with them (likely very comfortable at home, before the fire, or judging other fighters within the barracks(, which meant wounds might be more of a gamble, more of a trepidation.
It was a small jump into the air, but a necessary, apt, and swift one. His fangs came down upon plumage, and he could feel the tiny bones snap against his teeth as he ferociously trapped them in his jaws. The fowl flapped against his face, his features, striving desperately to survive the incoming onslaught, but all he had to do was push it down into the ground, snare deeper and further, until the struggle ceased entirely. Fight or flight might’ve been an apt term, but not for the individual the hound had mauled and maimed.
Lifting his head, he surveyed the rest of the flock, some dissipating and veering off entirely, noticing the hastening and loss of their own. All right? Not worry perhaps, but the faintest of concerns, uncertain if she had escaped unscathed or had some injury they’d have to attend to at some point. Zuriel wasn’t with them (likely very comfortable at home, before the fire, or judging other fighters within the barracks(, which meant wounds might be more of a gamble, more of a trepidation.
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