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Asteria's Back Story"Stalk, stab, doge, repeatStalk, stab, doge, killBe the air they breathe, the light on their skin, the ground beneath their feetTurn on them, when least expected; the things they need to liveTo rely on the strong is to be weakAnd to be weak is to be but preyStalk, stab, doge, repeatStalk, stab, doge, kill."~~~I dove, feeling the rush of air on my face and feathers. I took a moment to enjoy the freedom of flight before sinking my talons into my prey. It let out a mighty roar and then was motionless but still living, I ate what I could and took flight, hunting my next prey.This was how life as a hollow was; for me, and for the rest of us. Hunt the prey, and be forever watchful of not becoming the hunted. The thrill might be too much for some, but I love it! The feeling I get when stalking, waiting for the right moment, and then a slight flutter of fear in that last fight to the death
. Only the strongest will come out alive, able to feed on others and become stronge