[Content with having awed, having made its point, Raikou's great jaws snap shut, and the click of teeth on air is the last sound before the rest of the word comes back in sharp focus, crashing rain and howling wind.
Its body moves, all fluid grace and elegance, and away it goes, racing, flying over the ground. One bound, two, three--and it is gone.
In its wake is left nothing but the scent and taste of lightning-burnt grass, and a vague impression of blessing.]
action;
Its body moves, all fluid grace and elegance, and away it goes, racing, flying over the ground. One bound, two, three--and it is gone.
In its wake is left nothing but the scent and taste of lightning-burnt grass, and a vague impression of blessing.]