(looking at the chest of any animal tells him where the rest of it is going. the limbs may lie and feint, but the core of the body won't, save for the exceptions — metahumans, people like him. people like her, if he had to make a guess. they'll get out of this as clean as a whistle, besides the obvious blood and gore. but it won't belong to them.
hei drops into the underbrush with a silent leap over the outcropping where they laid on their bellies, no further sounds coming from his advancement.
they look delicious up close, at least from the vantage point he's staring at them from. a thicket of trees that obscure him, eyes on the bodies of the great beasts and avoiding their crowns. the sooner they get this done, the better. his stomach feels set to rumble and, in one crazed moment, he almost sniffs amusedly at the prospect of such a noise giving him away. it'd make for a better story than all the rest he's ashamed of.)
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(looking at the chest of any animal tells him where the rest of it is going. the limbs may lie and feint, but the core of the body won't, save for the exceptions — metahumans, people like him. people like her, if he had to make a guess. they'll get out of this as clean as a whistle, besides the obvious blood and gore. but it won't belong to them.
hei drops into the underbrush with a silent leap over the outcropping where they laid on their bellies, no further sounds coming from his advancement.
they look delicious up close, at least from the vantage point he's staring at them from. a thicket of trees that obscure him, eyes on the bodies of the great beasts and avoiding their crowns. the sooner they get this done, the better. his stomach feels set to rumble and, in one crazed moment, he almost sniffs amusedly at the prospect of such a noise giving him away. it'd make for a better story than all the rest he's ashamed of.)