Gale
this is going to break me clean in two --
this is going to bring me close to you
Gale has no name for the prehistoric animal that they have become, and he spends a moment admiring the thick white feathers, stretching from her clawed feet to her orange eyes, which are now set in a fiercely sharp face two meters from the ground. Their tails are long, providing a counterbalance to the clawed forelegs that do not reach the ground, and he finds that when he grows wings they are not unlike those he’d had when she’d approached him.
As a winged utahraptor, he follows her into the sky.
They arrive in the Meadow together, and the Curse feels the thrum of excitement building. He presses his mouth along her crest as they stalk through the starlit grass, but it is not (purely) lust that drives him. He reminds himself that she is real, that she is not an illusion of his eyes.
Just like Gale used to do.
The Curse is thinking of blood, of hunting, of watching Mazikeen rip the belly out from under a fleeing horse, of feeling bones break between his jaws. Her bones are nearest, and thinks of breaking just one, but before he can decide which will impede her hunting the least, she interrupts to ask what he is in the mood for.
If he devours her, she will no longer be hungry.
Is that a kindness?
Best avoid it, the Curse decides. These are dangerous waters, even if Mazikeen no longer impedes him at every move. Despite his recent victories she is still a worthy opponent, and she might change her mind at any moment, might turn on him.
The thought of her doing so brings a pleasant thrill to his belly, and he must hold himself back from tracing the markings on her back lest he lose himself in other pleasant things.
“That one,” he says, gesturing to an equine that is confident (or perhaps foolish?) enough to not yet have looked up at the approaching raptors. The horse looks well fed, even for autumn, and Gale’s stomach begins to growl a moment before he does.
Without waiting for Mazikeen’s confirmation, he attacks, moving quickly despite this new method of two-legged running. Realizing the danger it is in, the horse bolts, and Gale races after it.
@Mazikeen
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current appearance: glowing perlino utahraptor with blue lightning
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