Aug 11 2019, 07:11 PM
Anger had consumed him.
Rage, memories.
"She'll never be the same-..."
He had taken time, after that. After speaking with Rift. He'd made it clear what he would do, and had damn near killed the cat over it. His fury and his grief had driven him.
"They won't come... You're on your own, deer."
So Pride had taken that time. He knew what he wanted to do; but he knew that, though his actions might be driven by anger, he could not be. He couldn't afford lashing out, couldn't afford a mistake.
"Too little, too late..."
The others were preoccupied with propriety. They wanted to mete out justice. And in that, they would let Jayberry go--Jayberry the sadist, Jayberry the monster who saw nothing wrong with slowly killing, tormenting, mocking those she killed. Rift had offered her a peaceful attendance at her mother's trial, and Pride had railed against that. He would kill her, he said--the moment that he saw her.
And now it seemed that the only option left to him was to hunt her down himself, to find her before the trial and to make sure she never got there.
So after he'd taken that time to himself, he'd begun to travel the caves. The rain made tracking difficult: all the moreso because he had no idea where to look, and no idea whether Jayberry's scent had changed with her mutation. He had his armor on--armor that glinted, and might have given him away had he stepped into the light. Then again, his coat was so bright white that he was difficult to miss.
Good thing, then, that he had embraced the magic of shadows. He called upon his magicka again. He hadn't bothered learning the lesser version of this spell. Instead he gathered the entirety of the room's shadows together. He couldn't cast all of Polaris into darkness--or perhaps he could, but at the moment, it would be a waste, and this magic wasn't strong enough. But then, he reflected, wasn't it better to leave the rest bright? Jayberry was black; in the dark, he'd be hard-pressed to see her coming.
He crept onward, then, as quietly as he could, engulfed by unnatural darkness as he slunk along the edges of Polaris. In Pisces he'd found nothing; Monoceros and Canis had been clear. He'd been searching for a full week, now. Perhaps she'd fled to Hydra..? Good riddance, if she has, he thought. From what he'd heard, something like Jayberry wouldn't last very long in there. Thick black coats and desert heat didn't tend to mix well.
His nose worked, lowering, then raising. He stalked along more predator than prey, his eyes searching every corner as he sought any scent at all of the monstrous wolf-beast he hunted.
Rage, memories.
"She'll never be the same-..."
He had taken time, after that. After speaking with Rift. He'd made it clear what he would do, and had damn near killed the cat over it. His fury and his grief had driven him.
"They won't come... You're on your own, deer."
So Pride had taken that time. He knew what he wanted to do; but he knew that, though his actions might be driven by anger, he could not be. He couldn't afford lashing out, couldn't afford a mistake.
"Too little, too late..."
The others were preoccupied with propriety. They wanted to mete out justice. And in that, they would let Jayberry go--Jayberry the sadist, Jayberry the monster who saw nothing wrong with slowly killing, tormenting, mocking those she killed. Rift had offered her a peaceful attendance at her mother's trial, and Pride had railed against that. He would kill her, he said--the moment that he saw her.
And now it seemed that the only option left to him was to hunt her down himself, to find her before the trial and to make sure she never got there.
So after he'd taken that time to himself, he'd begun to travel the caves. The rain made tracking difficult: all the moreso because he had no idea where to look, and no idea whether Jayberry's scent had changed with her mutation. He had his armor on--armor that glinted, and might have given him away had he stepped into the light. Then again, his coat was so bright white that he was difficult to miss.
Good thing, then, that he had embraced the magic of shadows. He called upon his magicka again. He hadn't bothered learning the lesser version of this spell. Instead he gathered the entirety of the room's shadows together. He couldn't cast all of Polaris into darkness--or perhaps he could, but at the moment, it would be a waste, and this magic wasn't strong enough. But then, he reflected, wasn't it better to leave the rest bright? Jayberry was black; in the dark, he'd be hard-pressed to see her coming.
He crept onward, then, as quietly as he could, engulfed by unnatural darkness as he slunk along the edges of Polaris. In Pisces he'd found nothing; Monoceros and Canis had been clear. He'd been searching for a full week, now. Perhaps she'd fled to Hydra..? Good riddance, if she has, he thought. From what he'd heard, something like Jayberry wouldn't last very long in there. Thick black coats and desert heat didn't tend to mix well.
His nose worked, lowering, then raising. He stalked along more predator than prey, his eyes searching every corner as he sought any scent at all of the monstrous wolf-beast he hunted.
@Jayberry