… the last thing you’ll never see …
Indeed. It was quite a shame, really. He’d been expecting at least a little bit of a fight: a couple of lightning bolts to the face, some swiping of the talons … But the damn bird had poor eyesight. You were only expected to see possible prey when circling from high up in the air. It wasn’t necessarily required of you to seek what might be hidden there, lurking and waiting, eager for dinner … or brunch. Now the poor electric-blue avian lay in tatters. Bloody feathers were strewn about the forest floor. Bones protruded from a still-warm mass that had once been something powerful and glorious – a sight to behold.
Kuronai found strange interest in Borak’s beak. There was no use to it anymore. But it was sharp and there was entertainment to be found in stroking it’s sleek surface, musing over the little reflections it made when moonlight hit it. Turning it about in ‘her’ ruby claws, the strange being examined every nook and cranny until, finally, ‘she’ grew bored of the object and lobbed it across the clearing. The beak’s tip buried itself in the bark of an old oak, where it wobbled from the impact.
There wasn’t much more to do here … Kuronai had already sapped Borak’s pathetic soul to join ‘her’ own. The deep thrum beneath the surface of ‘her’ indigo-blue skin told of the slow adaptation to electrical abilities. ‘She’ could almost feel the sparks racing through dead veins, tapping at every cell along the way as a wake-up call. The tingly sensation stirred up an odd little giggle, warped and ungainly. With a light shift in posture, the semi-tall figure dropped from the branch ‘she’ had been perched on. Kuronai was concealed within the shade of the multiple growths sprouting up from the forest floor. Unless one was dead set intent on concentrating on a particular area, they wouldn’t be able to see ‘her’ … And that was good. Because if somebody did catch side of this hideous mutation, they would likely be sure to lose control of their bowels – if not from the appearance, then from the globs of blood smearing off-color skin.
Marching north towards the Wastelands, Kuronai stopped only for a second by the dead bird’s carcass. Not to deliver a eulogy or a burial … a clawed hand wrapped around one of the hind legs and ripped it off. The figure then proceeded onwards, past the last trees, teeth making grotesque gnashing sounds against raw flesh and exposed bone as ‘she’ feasted.
Leaving the protective cover of the trees, Kuronai was no longer invisible by abnormal means. But the darkness still obscured ‘her’ entirely when the moon was covered by clouds. Even when light managed to peek through for an instant, an onlooker would only be able to make out monstrously large feet, claws, and long ears … all attached to a human-esque figure with the shape of an hourglass.
Kuro was aware that the next target resided within the Forest of the Deep. It was no question that this was her favorite location amongst all the other realms visited within the last centuries. But the prey’s exact location remained a question. It was time to blaze a new trail by following an old scent leading out into the wrecked land of dry earth and death.
Indeed. It was quite a shame, really. He’d been expecting at least a little bit of a fight: a couple of lightning bolts to the face, some swiping of the talons … But the damn bird had poor eyesight. You were only expected to see possible prey when circling from high up in the air. It wasn’t necessarily required of you to seek what might be hidden there, lurking and waiting, eager for dinner … or brunch. Now the poor electric-blue avian lay in tatters. Bloody feathers were strewn about the forest floor. Bones protruded from a still-warm mass that had once been something powerful and glorious – a sight to behold.
Kuronai found strange interest in Borak’s beak. There was no use to it anymore. But it was sharp and there was entertainment to be found in stroking it’s sleek surface, musing over the little reflections it made when moonlight hit it. Turning it about in ‘her’ ruby claws, the strange being examined every nook and cranny until, finally, ‘she’ grew bored of the object and lobbed it across the clearing. The beak’s tip buried itself in the bark of an old oak, where it wobbled from the impact.
There wasn’t much more to do here … Kuronai had already sapped Borak’s pathetic soul to join ‘her’ own. The deep thrum beneath the surface of ‘her’ indigo-blue skin told of the slow adaptation to electrical abilities. ‘She’ could almost feel the sparks racing through dead veins, tapping at every cell along the way as a wake-up call. The tingly sensation stirred up an odd little giggle, warped and ungainly. With a light shift in posture, the semi-tall figure dropped from the branch ‘she’ had been perched on. Kuronai was concealed within the shade of the multiple growths sprouting up from the forest floor. Unless one was dead set intent on concentrating on a particular area, they wouldn’t be able to see ‘her’ … And that was good. Because if somebody did catch side of this hideous mutation, they would likely be sure to lose control of their bowels – if not from the appearance, then from the globs of blood smearing off-color skin.
Marching north towards the Wastelands, Kuronai stopped only for a second by the dead bird’s carcass. Not to deliver a eulogy or a burial … a clawed hand wrapped around one of the hind legs and ripped it off. The figure then proceeded onwards, past the last trees, teeth making grotesque gnashing sounds against raw flesh and exposed bone as ‘she’ feasted.
Leaving the protective cover of the trees, Kuronai was no longer invisible by abnormal means. But the darkness still obscured ‘her’ entirely when the moon was covered by clouds. Even when light managed to peek through for an instant, an onlooker would only be able to make out monstrously large feet, claws, and long ears … all attached to a human-esque figure with the shape of an hourglass.
Kuro was aware that the next target resided within the Forest of the Deep. It was no question that this was her favorite location amongst all the other realms visited within the last centuries. But the prey’s exact location remained a question. It was time to blaze a new trail by following an old scent leading out into the wrecked land of dry earth and death.