Firefly Glen Copacabana

There was a stillness that descended, although he could still detect a presence, still determine a scent among the trees. He was waiting and watching, ready to lunge after whoever he saw first—but then there came another call. It was further off but it was unmistakably familiar to him: Hydra.

A part of him wanted to linger and to see her, to maybe even confront her and show off what greatness he'd aspired to; but he was a wreck, currently. Merrick's scent had only waned upon him as he'd hiked in the mountains, not completely shed itself. His head pounded from the healing wound there, and his neck—he wasn't in pique condition, and she would see his weakness and judge him for it.

Rather than follow through with the first thought that hit his slow-as-molasses mind, Revui turned and began to march in the other way; exiting the way he had come, leaving a void the size of his broad shoulders among the trees where he'd been lurking previously.

[exit]