Dainty legs take her onward, lithe and beautiful as she creases the landscape. Her hair a wild halo of silver and gold that glows in the dawn light as she descends towards the elk in all his majestic age. Alice runs before her, a pace ahead, a synchronized team that waits for blood and privately desires to end this beast's suffering with dignity and poise. The way they would want to die. Beautifully, poignantly, with grace. 

Snow kicked up beneath her hooves, gliding across the glen as her pace fell into perfect rhythm. Nares wide and snorting softly, clouds of mist and vapor tickling against her cheeks. Alone and vibrant, filled to the brim with life. The same life she'd be ending for this magnificent creature, and she'd see to it that every bit of the body was used. Such beauty should not be wasted. But even with her morality in mind, Alice was intruding on her thoughts, their bond thrumming with the hunt and the idea of fear and white-eyes and adrenaline. Part of her was exhilarated simply to be there, a predator in her own right, and she yearned to see the elk fall beneath the cutting blows of her horn and hooves. She'd paint the snow and tundra in its blood, and the contrast between her thoughts was so strong but she could not deny either desire. 

He runs from her, as the pair had anticipated. He is breathtaking, in his own right. Alice hungers for the chase, and her legs pump harder, body seeming to flatten as blackened claws dug into the earth. She's a silhouette, poisonous purple rolling from her body in waves like a disease. Hotaru is proud of her, her own gait changing and quickening to keep up. They are young and nubile, lithe and spirited. They will run him down to the ends of the earth and watch as he crumbles before their might, should he evade their preliminary blows. 

Everything warps, odd and beautiful. Her breath escapes her, slow and vaporous, curling against her cheeks and framing eyes that go wide beneath frosted lashes. He is revealed all at once, flickering and magnificent, eyes like flint and body sinuous with power that reflects inside his gaze. Her heart surges in her breast, and she cannot draw her next breath. Her steps falter, and her hair flies forward to tickle her skin and send her pulse thrumming, shrouding her view of him in tendrils of ice and sunlight. But she knows who it is, she'd never forget that form, because he's burned himself inside of her somewhere precious and untouchable. In that stolen moment, unprepared, she finds herself aching for something she's terrified to name. Startled by his appearance, taken aback, an instinctive reaction. One that is too telling, too raw and brutally honest for her to consider. He's handsome. He's come for me. 

Alice, too, stutters at the moment that is so brief to others but so prolonged for the pair of them. Their hearts squeeze in tandem, Hotaru's hips going beneath her in her alarm at the sudden appearance of her the Lord. The two clash loudly, and she stifles her concern for him even as her mind registers the approach of another, Alice staring at her with grim judgment in her eyes. Turning, she sees Deimos approaching on the opposite flank, and her hesitation has kept her free from the kicking of the beastie's hind legs. It feels almost sinful to speak in this moment, but her heart swells privately to see her boys fighting this fight with her. Alone but together. 

Hotaru could contemplate her reaction later, she was spurred onward by Thranduil and Deimos flanking her, supporting her. Whether they actually were was different, but she could at least imagine it was such. The elk swung round, and Alice leapt for its front right leg, Hotaru following her hellhound's lead and charging forth with horn lowered towards the elk's right flank. If it worked right, the elk would either rear or have his leg injured, and he'd be pinned between the three of them and less likely to run. She didn't want to use magic to fell him, it seemed a cruel injustice when he could not counter her celestial gifts. And she wanted to soak in the essence of his raw, brutal death. Things she had never wanted to embody, things she'd been afraid to encounter. She was refined, impeccable. The beast's honesty scared her. But Hotaru's heart soared to be felling him with her boys at her side, as unstoppable in politics as they were as a well-oiled machine in the field.