Deus ex Machina: A Digital Bloodletting

The thrill of the hunt

As cold as it was, I barely noticed.
Listening to the advice from my mentor, I pushed out a long exaggerated exhale.  The white cloud of steam that escaped, was whisked off quite sharply.  It appears I had not noticed how strong the wind was blowing, either.  I craned my neck skyward, and let go a few more long streaming vapor trails into the frigid wind, and smirked.  Feeling quite pleased with how well my pricey cashmere wool coat works

At this point I felt myself digressing to the conversation, caught somewhere between musings of mythological breath weapons and what was being said. I forced some focus.

He lectured me to be less like a cat.  It’s funny, but this is not the first time I have had this comparison made about me.

“Once you catch them, you just pat them about, and play with them.  The chase is over…now what?”.

I don’t know.

#endtrans

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