Asteria's Back Story
"Stalk, stab, doge, repeat
Stalk, stab, doge, kill
Be the air they breathe, the light on their skin, the ground beneath their feet
Turn on them, when least expected; the things they need to live
To rely on the strong is to be weak
And to be weak is to be but prey
Stalk, stab, doge, repeat
Stalk, 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