[It's day three of being near Caer Glaem, and though he's finally accepted that his shard is actually hidden, he still can't lessen that edge of tension, of constantly being ready to fight and flee. Poor sleep isn't anything new, but it's still annoying.]
[It doesn't help that there are fucking swans everywhere. They're gold which doesn't throw him off too much, considering the mutated animals he's already seen and killed combined with the fact that he's in a literal fairy world.]
[They're nasty and hostile, and Bellamy's already killed a few. Like the one he's aiming for right now, watching as it squawks angrily over an inability to dig up some crop from the ground.]
[He slinks closer silently and takes aim with his axe, throwing it hard. It slices through the air before embedding itself into the swan's back. The sounds die as it does, golden body falling to the ground, and already familiar with the process, he watches as it starts turning into solid gold.]
[He's used to killing, but he's not used to getting currency out of it.]
ben hawkins ( mid-may )
[It doesn't help that there are fucking swans everywhere. They're gold which doesn't throw him off too much, considering the mutated animals he's already seen and killed combined with the fact that he's in a literal fairy world.]
[They're nasty and hostile, and Bellamy's already killed a few. Like the one he's aiming for right now, watching as it squawks angrily over an inability to dig up some crop from the ground.]
[He slinks closer silently and takes aim with his axe, throwing it hard. It slices through the air before embedding itself into the swan's back. The sounds die as it does, golden body falling to the ground, and already familiar with the process, he watches as it starts turning into solid gold.]
[He's used to killing, but he's not used to getting currency out of it.]