04-23-2025, 11:17 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-23-2025, 11:19 PM by Aristomenes.)
Not a hunter? He wondered skeptically at that. Still he watched her carefully. Even now, he didn't like being in the open like this. But it was too interesting to run, even if he could. She knew all about everything, apparently. Weapons flickered threateningly as she mentioned the predators, for all they could do against a thought. But they didn't appear in his hands.
He stood stock still as his thoughts whirled about his person, like small moons orbiting a planetary body, and disappearing for a time. Briefly, his rifle became a super soaker, then, a wide bronze aspis, bearing an eagle with outstretched wings. Night Hunter stepped boldy forward into the open, and sat at his side. He sent the image of a young cub, watching his father run with the hunting party.
"I have been down the wild path. Now, I am coming back." He paused laconically. His heart thumped, because he was dead to rights. But the weapons faded frantically, desiring to be holstered. The threat wasn't from her, as she offered only a warning. And getting the jump was a fantasy, if she told him true. "If you know so much, then you are who I am looking for. Even if you do not hunt."
Night Hunter lifted his paw, and sent her the image; a cobra who waited behind a drift of sand for the perfect ambush. His wordless name. "The Wordless ones speak of them to me. I can only come here when I think of home before bed. Outside, I am not so vulnerable." He regarded her with matter of fact coldness, but betrayed a scent of hope. "If predators wait, then a pack is better. We will make prey of them." He smiled nervously.
He stood stock still as his thoughts whirled about his person, like small moons orbiting a planetary body, and disappearing for a time. Briefly, his rifle became a super soaker, then, a wide bronze aspis, bearing an eagle with outstretched wings. Night Hunter stepped boldy forward into the open, and sat at his side. He sent the image of a young cub, watching his father run with the hunting party.
"I have been down the wild path. Now, I am coming back." He paused laconically. His heart thumped, because he was dead to rights. But the weapons faded frantically, desiring to be holstered. The threat wasn't from her, as she offered only a warning. And getting the jump was a fantasy, if she told him true. "If you know so much, then you are who I am looking for. Even if you do not hunt."
Night Hunter lifted his paw, and sent her the image; a cobra who waited behind a drift of sand for the perfect ambush. His wordless name. "The Wordless ones speak of them to me. I can only come here when I think of home before bed. Outside, I am not so vulnerable." He regarded her with matter of fact coldness, but betrayed a scent of hope. "If predators wait, then a pack is better. We will make prey of them." He smiled nervously.