pure as the lotus leaves
The samurai was tired of waiting for something exciting. He constantly was skimming the waters on his wings, his brain wanting for something exciting to happen. He had known battle all too well, clearly. His body was littered in scars from wars he had shared alongside Haku. His garnet colored eyes watching and waiting for anything. As he zipped across the ocean, his wings gently breaking the surface of the water, a juvenile great white launched from the water at him. He lurched back with the shark in the air, biting into the gills and latching on. His wings hurriedly carried him to shore where he dropped the heavy fish. As he landed on the beach, pain hit him in a wave. The shark had torn into his right shoulder. He grit his teeth, watching the damned thing flail about in the sand.
His body moved back to the shark, quick to disembowel its tough yet soft underbelly. The flailing stopped as blood pooled the beach. A sigh left his jaws as he looked back to the sea. He knew better than to travel into the blood soaked water, where the monster's siblings likely waited for their next meal. But he needed to clean the wound. His wings slowly picked him back into the air, and he darted into the middle of the sea just to come back out again. A quick clean, some salt to disinfect the wound. He went back to the beach and plopped next to the shark he had made a mess of, a pained grunt as he did. His eyes looked around as he took his first bite, catching sight of the albino lass from the meeting in the brush. He gave a soft exhale, hoping at least someone saw the vicious attack from the shark.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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