Hazy Shade of Winter

“I’m Tornadic.” He muttered in response, then slowly uncurled to show off the antler. It was worn with no discernable edge on it and pocked with tooth marks, right now it looked like nothing but a chewed two pronged antler, his clumsy and immature body unable to fashion it into the weapon he visualized. Something he intended to give to Noir the next time their paths crossed. Noir would be a bulky creature; big and heavy, but Tornadic knew his own strengths laid in running and speed. The weapon would be effective against prey and one day he hoped, against the brutish male that had hurt his friend.

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