03-03-2021, 08:31 PM
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they remind him of his brother.
the massive birds of prey circle the air, lazy and strong and poised to strike. his brother had always stalked the alleyways in such a manner, great strides and scarred features daring anyone to get in his way. he had always been harsh on pyrrhic, but the younger knew it had all been out of love, out of the need to know that his little brother could defend himself should the need every arise. of course, as naive as he was, pyrrhic had dodged as many training sessions as possible, preferring to practice with ranged weapons rather than get sweaty and injured in close combat. even a pole arm was better than the various swords and daggers he'd been presented with.
oh to be one of those hawks, able to strike and kill with no extra weapons, to be strong enough to survive on its own. it had taken losing everything he'd ever known to force himself to become something his brother might've been proud of. pyrrhic still refused to fight more than was absolutely necessary, but he put that pretty little head to better use these days. he'd long since emptied it of the various poems and tales and art techniques of his youth, making space for more pertinent knowledge. it left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he wasn't going to survive out here any other way.
it's only been a few months since he first arrived at the outskirts of the freezing territory, but he'd already found his place. well, perhaps not exactly, but it felt far more right to stand beneath the circling avians than it did to make small talk with the other inhabitants of the lodge. years of tracking and hunting and careful observation had taught him a lot, and so did his keeping of various birds in his younger years. now, he stood languidly with his right arm outstretched, the makeshift leather guard wrapped about the forearm to provide protection from the killer talons. pyrrhic's sharp gaze tracked a particular red-tailed hawk, one with quite a bit of white feathering on the wings, as it followed the air currents.
this hawk had been the first one he'd been able to get close to, having run across the avian feasting upon his own meal while pyrrhic had only just grabbed some various animals from the traps he'd laid out the previous day. through patience and perseverance that he only ever reserved for his most close-kept interests, he'd eventually formed some semblance of a bond with the hawk. even nameless as he was, his readiness to descend from his hunt down rest heavily upon the lodger's arm was enough. the duo was no fighting team, but pyrrhic nevertheless enjoyed being out here, the briefest of interacts enough to drive away the chill of the slowly thawing winter.
cosmyn
the massive birds of prey circle the air, lazy and strong and poised to strike. his brother had always stalked the alleyways in such a manner, great strides and scarred features daring anyone to get in his way. he had always been harsh on pyrrhic, but the younger knew it had all been out of love, out of the need to know that his little brother could defend himself should the need every arise. of course, as naive as he was, pyrrhic had dodged as many training sessions as possible, preferring to practice with ranged weapons rather than get sweaty and injured in close combat. even a pole arm was better than the various swords and daggers he'd been presented with.
oh to be one of those hawks, able to strike and kill with no extra weapons, to be strong enough to survive on its own. it had taken losing everything he'd ever known to force himself to become something his brother might've been proud of. pyrrhic still refused to fight more than was absolutely necessary, but he put that pretty little head to better use these days. he'd long since emptied it of the various poems and tales and art techniques of his youth, making space for more pertinent knowledge. it left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he wasn't going to survive out here any other way.
it's only been a few months since he first arrived at the outskirts of the freezing territory, but he'd already found his place. well, perhaps not exactly, but it felt far more right to stand beneath the circling avians than it did to make small talk with the other inhabitants of the lodge. years of tracking and hunting and careful observation had taught him a lot, and so did his keeping of various birds in his younger years. now, he stood languidly with his right arm outstretched, the makeshift leather guard wrapped about the forearm to provide protection from the killer talons. pyrrhic's sharp gaze tracked a particular red-tailed hawk, one with quite a bit of white feathering on the wings, as it followed the air currents.
this hawk had been the first one he'd been able to get close to, having run across the avian feasting upon his own meal while pyrrhic had only just grabbed some various animals from the traps he'd laid out the previous day. through patience and perseverance that he only ever reserved for his most close-kept interests, he'd eventually formed some semblance of a bond with the hawk. even nameless as he was, his readiness to descend from his hunt down rest heavily upon the lodger's arm was enough. the duo was no fighting team, but pyrrhic nevertheless enjoyed being out here, the briefest of interacts enough to drive away the chill of the slowly thawing winter.
turning' heads : " i got all the eyes on me "
