the someone, of course, is already present - stalking through the shadows and hunting its prey. ears pointed forward and tail dragging against the ground just enough to make the faintest noise, it circles and circles, growing closer with each cycle.
it's all pageantry, of course. or rather, enrichment. something to keep things interesting. if this was a real hunt, the beast would have pounced before its presence could ever be noted.
by the time they're close enough that the words on their jacket ("THE HUNT NEVER ENDS.") are visible through the gloom, they finally stop and speak. their voice is a calm growl, syllables drawn out and sharp as their fangs. ]
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the someone, of course, is already present - stalking through the shadows and hunting its prey. ears pointed forward and tail dragging against the ground just enough to make the faintest noise, it circles and circles, growing closer with each cycle.
it's all pageantry, of course. or rather, enrichment. something to keep things interesting. if this was a real hunt, the beast would have pounced before its presence could ever be noted.
by the time they're close enough that the words on their jacket ("THE HUNT NEVER ENDS.") are visible through the gloom, they finally stop and speak. their voice is a calm growl, syllables drawn out and sharp as their fangs. ]
That tyrant was this beast's prey, lady blight.