GOT AN ANGEL ON MY SHOULDER
But the devil always won...
His stomach gurgled but he ignored it for now. He'd eaten not that long ago having managed to seize a fat and tasty grouse. No doubt it was just the rumblings of digestion and his stomach protesting how quickly he'd wolfed down his meal. Harbringr still had that reaction to food. It was to be consumed as swiftly as possible and as much as possible and what did it matter if a bunch of air and feathers was swallowed with the meat? He supposed he was lucky he wasn't hiccuping feathers just about now.
Harbringr's thoughts continued to wander when the took a turn back to Costanza. He'd started having dreams again. They were a blessing in that he could talk to her again, they were a curse in that they always seemed to end the same way. She'd just suddenly be gone. He'd turn to look at something and when he'd look back towards her he'd be met with a vacant space. He'd run, he'd try to find her and find either emptiness or blood but never her.
A sudden shot of pain in his tail caused him to launch himself forward. Elegant legs that had been tucked beneath him unfurled as he launched himself right into the lake. He only realized this mid-leap and by then it was to late to do anything about it as he hit the water. Sputtering he turned around to see his sister Deathbelle. "Oh! You! You!" he sighed then grinned at her. "I guess I deserved that, huh?"
