Rage, maybe rage would lift me up
In and amongst the funnels of her curiosity, he ignored it all for the reaches of minatory precision. Not as ferocious as the hound, but still honed in on tracking the flash of movement, the herald of clarity, the might and menace behind the distinct, predacious focus, his seal form dashed through the tides. Swift and keen, certain and sure, it only took Cordelia’s outcry for him to continue rushing forward, snagging at the felled beast floating atop, and dragging it back to the shoreline. She could snag it at her leisure.
From there he relished returning to the sea’s breadth and waves, ducking beneath its binding courses and turning into its current. Power came on a rush of certainty, witnessing the mantas striving to curl away from where he’d last been. So he came from below, in a rush of fervent, ardent endeavors, ascending in quick shifts and bites, promising a threat from the fathoms, as much as Cordelia presented from land.
The rays would have nowhere to go but up – unless they yearned to be at the mercy of his jaws. Another set of three, in their panicked oblivion, did just that, rising to the surface and attempting to scatter amongst the sky, leaving them wide open for another assault.
From there he relished returning to the sea’s breadth and waves, ducking beneath its binding courses and turning into its current. Power came on a rush of certainty, witnessing the mantas striving to curl away from where he’d last been. So he came from below, in a rush of fervent, ardent endeavors, ascending in quick shifts and bites, promising a threat from the fathoms, as much as Cordelia presented from land.
The rays would have nowhere to go but up – unless they yearned to be at the mercy of his jaws. Another set of three, in their panicked oblivion, did just that, rising to the surface and attempting to scatter amongst the sky, leaving them wide open for another assault.
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