[ anywhere within the drabwurld, katherine's slaying swans. either snapping their necks with her hands as she blurs toward them with an inhumane speed, or with her unbreakable spear as she practices her javelin throws, she easily watches them morph into figurines and places them within her handbag. it's almost a sport, travelling the mainland with her horse and armel who occasionally joins her, as she finds a little thrill in the hunt. if a weapon is tossed her way, she easily grasps it from mid air and grins, turning it over in her palm as she approaches the wielder and gifts it back. if a swan so much tries to strike her, it's with agility and a blur she breaks every bone within its body, first starting with the spine. ]
[ is this what elijah had felt, chasing her for so many years? where she's to gain gold and currency with the swans, he had wanted to earn her — or that's what she had wished to believe, what he had wanted to so desperately clutch to. she spends may travelling and collecting the figurines, joining others in their hunts, or merely taking to it by herself. it's nice, for once, not being the hunted. ]
THROUGHOUT MAY, 2701. ( golden swan event. )
[ is this what elijah had felt, chasing her for so many years? where she's to gain gold and currency with the swans, he had wanted to earn her — or that's what she had wished to believe, what he had wanted to so desperately clutch to. she spends may travelling and collecting the figurines, joining others in their hunts, or merely taking to it by herself. it's nice, for once, not being the hunted. ]