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12-07-2012, 06:19 PM
A black hawk circles in the sky above. Its height and flight pattern suggest it is on the hunt for prey, but as yet unsuccessful in locating it. Seemingly aware of this itself it begins a slow spiral closer to the ground, silent in its stealth. I am the hawk. The wind rips through my body, sometimes scattering drops of ink from my core. They splinter into smaller sizes and dissolve before ever striking the ground. The higher I fly the more the wind slices into me, but the lower I go the more likely I am to leave a blotchy trail. I try to flirt somewhere in-between, at least until I am sure of what I see. There are two figures below me, horses, I gather, but I'm too high to know more. My recent intel suggests this is the latest domain of those refuging from the Edge herd. Those we defeated. Those who are thieves. I sweep my wings to the side and drop down several lengths in the sky. Closer to the ground I can clearly identify the dark coats of the two horses, and more importantly, the bright reflective one of the golden dragon. I grin. I drop into a sudden dive, feigning the pursuit of a mouse in the tundra near them, yet I miss the imaginary mouse and sweep up into a crop of rock close to them. I land with my back to them, head cocked only a little so I can finally see in detail the frame of Mirage. Absently I preen my inky feathers, hoping to over hear whatever it is they're saying. She seems uninjured at least for now, more than I can say for the other prisoners I saw last time I was trailing this group and took Kiara back with me. |
Magic or force permitted any time, aside from death.
