#at your side forever i will be kazeofthemagun
@kazeofthemagun has been busy:
[kazeofthemagun]
His cape and trousers lay on the grass near the stream as the Hunter occupied himself with crouching low in the water, sharp gaze scanning below the surface intently. The man’s hand awaited submerged while he remained eerily still, no motion betraying his presence to the creatures meandering beneath.
Something caught his eye and a grip of steel was upon a scaly back in an instant, lifting up the unfortunate thrashing animal and before it so much as had a semblance of a chance to slip away, the one-handed Windarian simply bit into its head, killing it - and holding onto it effectively. Those sharp canines had their uses.
Hearing a rustle of foliage, a head of dark red hair turned, a similar shade of crimson now trickling down his chin, traveling down his neck; Painting the warrior in the gruesome shade of a newest kill. He took the fish out of his mouth and tossed it in White Cloud’s direction - the carcass landing with a wetthwackupon a small pile. Someone had been busy.
Deciding it was, in fact, enough meat for now - the gunmage washed clean the blood and rose into a stand, walking out of the river onto dry sand.
“Got fish.” He said, picking up his clothing and beginning to put it back on. A cue to start a fire - there would be plenty to eat that evening.
Sometimes his counterpart just disappears. Sometimes he just leaves the prince alone with his thoughts or whatever he’s busy doing and this time it was setting up a campsite for the night while the Windarian slipped off to the nearby stream. There’s rustling through the local fauna as the prince floats to go find his companion only to find him low within the rushing water and suddenly with lightning fast reflexes he watches the Wind Warrior snatch a fish from the waters and soon those sharpened canines are digging into the back of it’s head to kill it in one blow.
There’s a sigh that leaves the prince as he watches and his brows upturn as the carcass of the beast is tossed in his direction and lands on top of the pileof them making the most unpleasant of sounds. There’s bloodrunning down Black Wind’s face but yet all the Cloud Prince can bring himself to do is half smile.
“I’ll start a fire.” He sounds with a grin his tone as hands start to move to roll white sleeves up until their up past his elbows. “Do you need help carrying all this or are you fine?”
