Kael
When I caught the scent of the deer, it cut through everything else like something immediate and undeniable. I turned toward it instinctively, the shift from destruction to pursuit happening without hesitation.
It ran the second it sensed me.
Of course it did.
But I was already moving.
The distance between us closed quickly, my body locking into something precise and focused that didn’t require thought. It didn’t feel like a hunt. It felt like somewhere to put everything that didn’t have a place, somewhere to pour the violence that had nowhere else to go.
When I hit it, the force drove it into the ground hard enough to end the struggle before it had the chance to become anything prolonged. There was movement, resistance, a brief, frantic fight—and then it was over.
The forest w
