[A voice roars overhead, equal parts exuberant as it was threatening, though the latter is less intent and more from the simple volume one can achieve by yelling from a massive throat.
The accompanying meters-long wingspan casts a wide shadow, the preceding soar of a hawk calculating its dive for prey were it a hostile creature. However, instead of beginning the fall to sink claws into hair and flesh, the beast above simply grazes the treetops, a green and black blur attempting to get a glimpse of his target of interest below. Gusts of wind launch a brief shower of woody debris and clouds of loose pine needles to the forest floor as Akira finally makes his landing on the sheer edge of a broken boulder up ahead.
It had been a few days since his arrival on the island, and he had spent his time largely surveying the nearby land in devilman form. He was faster this way - and more insulated from whatever elements the change of climate brought with it. His flights were mostly hours of combing through the green of woodlands, counting the bald patches where abandoned cabins happened to be. It was watching the the clear crystal of the lake, tracing the snaking forms of streams and rivers, and eventually beginning to veer outwards to the heat and cold and humidity skirting in opposite directions.
He had seen signs of other inhabitants too, but none seized his attention quite like that familiar dot of blonde in the dark green of the woods. It was the moment he happily realized he wasn't alone.]
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[A voice roars overhead, equal parts exuberant as it was threatening, though the latter is less intent and more from the simple volume one can achieve by yelling from a massive throat.
The accompanying meters-long wingspan casts a wide shadow, the preceding soar of a hawk calculating its dive for prey were it a hostile creature. However, instead of beginning the fall to sink claws into hair and flesh, the beast above simply grazes the treetops, a green and black blur attempting to get a glimpse of his target of interest below. Gusts of wind launch a brief shower of woody debris and clouds of loose pine needles to the forest floor as Akira finally makes his landing on the sheer edge of a broken boulder up ahead.
It had been a few days since his arrival on the island, and he had spent his time largely surveying the nearby land in devilman form. He was faster this way - and more insulated from whatever elements the change of climate brought with it. His flights were mostly hours of combing through the green of woodlands, counting the bald patches where abandoned cabins happened to be. It was watching the the clear crystal of the lake, tracing the snaking forms of streams and rivers, and eventually beginning to veer outwards to the heat and cold and humidity skirting in opposite directions.
He had seen signs of other inhabitants too, but none seized his attention quite like that familiar dot of blonde in the dark green of the woods. It was the moment he happily realized he wasn't alone.]