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just a late night snack
Trial Ultima 
Nostromo
Currently championing:
#11

The splashing from the fae did not work on every fish but it worked on a few - causing them to panic and swim towards the predator waiting for them instead of back out to the safety of the ocean. He could hunt them there too, of course, but the mare would be unable to help him in those depths unless the life she wanted to help take was her own.

With a flash, his tail continued to prove its worth as it speared a rather sizeable, blue-glowing fish on the tip. He curled the tail around, examining the catch (it would make a hearty meal) before twisting his tail to show the result of their efforts to his companion. He grunted, wordlessly giving his appraisal of her help.

The fish flopped desperately, speared through the side but not quite dead, and the glowing green eyes of Nostromo watched the fae carefully. He was uncertain about what came next - was it enough for her trial to help him catch the fish that would be killed or would she need to deliver a killing blow herself?

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Sidhra
Currently championing:
#12

"THE NIGHT IS DARK AND FULL OF TERRORS."

Sidhra was surprised by his efficiency, by how graceful the dance between predator and prey was in the midst of the hunt. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen this dance, but it was certainly the first time she’d been a part of such a thing. It was certainly an experience she’d value.  Sometimes it amazed her that after so many years, there was still so much to be learned - so much new left to be experienced. This made her thankful for the extended lifespan of the fae.  How could one experience all they were meant to experience in only a handful of years? 

As she watched his well-coordinated movements, she made her way into shallower waters.  Fish had scattered in every direction - some scattering directly into the jaws and tail of the creature who had come to her aid.  The fae was pleased to see that their plan had worked, and sure enough a fish was spared upon the tail of the sea-dweller.  She felt no guilt about what she’d done, no overwhelming sadness for she hadn’t upset the balance of things.  She’d helped in taking a life, yes.  But it was not a life wasted. 

Sidhra raised a hoof uncertainly towards the still moving fish, looking up to meet the sea-dweller’s eerie green gaze, before striking out once with a single hoof.  The fish was finally still, her task complete.  The fae made her way back to the shore, and looked back at the predator before dipping her head in thanks before speaking again in her unorthodox way.  ”Thank you again for your assistance. Should you ever require mine in return, you need only ask.”

She looked back to her flank where a thin river of silver blood still ran down her leg before glancing back to the creature. “I’ll leave you to your meal.”  

And with that the little fae turned and retreated into the night. 



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SIDHRA OUT.
Nostromo
Currently championing:
#13

He held the fish still for her so that she could take the blow - impressed, a little, that she did not shy away from the act. Not really. He followed her back to the shore, careful to hold the now-dead fish above the sand so that none of the nasty, gritty particles would collect on the wet scales. He'd place it down on some rocks in a moment.

That voice in his head kept his attention on the fae, and he dipped his head at her words - appreciating the formality. He doubted he would ever collect but it was never a bad thing, he had heard, to be owed a favour from one of their kind.

His armoured head dipped to her in farewell before he moved in the opposite direction, searching for a non-sandy spot where he could enjoy his meal.


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