letting go and going down

I used to hold your haunted neck; I know I'll miss you if I close my eyes

Tragically oblivious to the other man's thoughts (Danta would have relished the thought of Remi stretched over him, both men soaked in warm blood), the crow merely croaks a quick sound of approval as his hunting partner does what he does best. The doe thrashes and bucks, just for a moment or two, and tries to run, only for blood loss to have her staggering to the grass only a second later.

Waiting for the twitching creature's movements to still completely, it's with an ominous cry of, "Meat!" that Danta lands upon the carcass. With sharp beak and clawed feet, he focuses on the long strips of flesh he can pull from the deer's already tattered throat, falling quiet to enjoy the offered meal.

Dantalion