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Fresh snow has fallen over Destiny City for the third time this week; most people seem to have stayed inside today due to a particularly heavy flurry, but you find yourself outside tonight for some reason. The weather has faded, revealing a sparkling night sky. Much of the ground is covered in a crisp layer of snow--but more than that, beautiful flowers in the shape of snowflakes have sprouted in the ground. They grow in small patches and permeate a pleasant, sweet fragrance. If the flowers are not kept in freezing temperatures, they melt, but for the duration of their lifespan they are beautiful, fragile things. In such a busy metropolis, isn't it nice to take a moment to take a moment and appreciate nature? Even if there does seem to be something a little magical about this?
Magic or not, Petit Prince liked the snow and what it seemed to bring. Smiling to himself, he ran across the white powder, chasing after one particular civilian who had no chance of out running him- not when he was an ex-track member and used to go hunting out with his brothers which often times involved him having to run down chuckers and hens from underbrush along side the family dogs. In the winter it was hares and other critters- sure, might not have been legal, but, it was what one did up in the ‘boonies’ and when your bothers knew you were fastest, and you only had one dog, it helped to cage the target.
But now it was just him, running after someone in part, for the thrill of it. Sure, maybe he shouldn’t just terrorize people but where was the fun in having powers if you didn’t use them? What was the point of being inhumanly gifted if you couldn’t use them as you liked? Grinning like a fool on his first hunt, Petit Prince gave a holler of joy as he caught up to the man, cutting him off at a turn by jumping over a hedge.
Sucking up energy had sounded weird, odd, unfulfilling to the thrill of an ex-hunter at first, but now, he rather found he liked it. Maybe it was that thrill of the chase or, the fact he was of hawks, a bird that would dive down to capture and kill it’s prey. He liked being a predator, even for some rather impractical purposes.
Licking his upper lip to try and stave off the chapping from the cold air, he wished he’d brought something with him. The man who’s energy he’d drained lay prone in the snow and for a moment, he considered helping him to an area that would allow him to be better noticed and found before the cold might set in. But that was effort, and really, it wasn’t that late and it was the public park. Surely, someone else would notice?
Shrugging his shoulders Petit Prince walked away, idly kicking up snow along his path before climbing up and tree and jumping to the next one. He wasn’t a fool to leave a trail behind. A few more, (if clumsy), jumps later, he landed, dusting out his hair from bramble and yet to melt snow.
At his feet, flowers crunched along the white crystals and he hummed looking at them. They were odd, but then, half the city was. Plucking one, he spun it in his fingers before crumpling it in his fist. What good were flowers in winter, when pollinators were dead? Such was a fool design of evolution. He knew, in a way, magic was a part of this city, but at the same time, he didn’t care. Nature and magic- what good were they if they were not one in the same? Flowers that served no purpose were ultimately fated to die.
He shrugged. Just another reason it was better to become a predator he supposed.
