For the hunt we had gathered. In a formation unlike others before. Yet one still went ahead, putting himself at risk.

For I am Shark and I am hunting and their nets of communication shall only slow me down.

I swerved around cycling in a helix I might not find them but they would find me. And like the others I have nets in strings I shall see them coming for my movements on not those they can track.

And though my teeth are dull My spear is sharp. And while I lack compared to my brethren I still share their precision.

I resemble that which I hunt more than any other my kind maybe I've not adapted to the lives Maybe I did the simple I am simple. For I am young and neither of us shall grow further.

For time will end us both, but if either of us succeeds it shall end the other sooner.

ANd there is a tug on the nets, he is coming for me, I alter my trajectory, I am rotating in his vision, in his eyes. But he passes by, and I feel, him.

And i strike as I pass, harying, missing. But he sees that too and as he curves back around, he finds my spear in his teeth. And I feel my teeth, the others, sinking into him.

And yet the prey's struggle continue, it is still like me a shark. ANd it breaks out of their spears and tears through the net's holding it, the other follow the net back regathering. But I do not. My prey is weak and bleeding, I shall not let it escape.

I felt the water, I tasted the water, there was the essence of my prey, leaving it's body. I followed it's traces.

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There was gathering movement, other lesser prey I passed between, I left in them splints fragment of net and weapons, they would feed the hive, they would be traceable. But the weapons were only slowing me down, so I left them behind. All I needed were a few fangs, my prey was injured.

The smell is getting stronger it is getting closer, a sudden cload , it is swerving, it is done with running. And I stop, preparieing my strike it shall come.

ANd it does, it's death tareing into mine, blades cutting and tendrils tearing. I cut and with my bladed tendrils I bit. And itn it's movement it tore them out. But some were still conected.

And it was more injured than I was. it did not damage anything I couldn't grow back.

I followed the tendrils still l connected to me, pulling myself with it's movements, and when it turned I sent more to strike it. Digging my teeth in deeper. Ant it crashed and I fell and I went to bite again. Yet it was not there. It had moved there was only essence here. I did not know where it would strike me again. YEt all that was here was a simple fragment of it, and my fins had been lost in the conflict. Yet as I ate of it's essence, I felt it's presence, a signal in the distance it was coming back at me.

It was moving and I prepared my teeth again. I reached into the thicker depths and centered myself. For once, holding back my movement.

And it was coming closer, and I felt it's signal it's sight. My prey, like me. But here I was the mind. I was the shark.

And it closed in and it bit my teeth as I burrowed the rest in it's body, tangeling with the thicker depths. A message going through them. For the minds. For the others. And as it attempted to tare me away. It slowed, I was draged, but I was riding it. It became my fins, my teeth in it's body, and it's body was as mine. And for those that helped me live who granted me these thoughts, I would keep the body. But for myself I began to devour my still living prey. Stranglng it's life with my teeth. leaking it's essence, within it's body. Bringing it to a stop...

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In the end it was the scouts who first found the prey, they who flew, but who still scouted. It was a battle between beasts. Yet one of us died. He was injured lost before he was fully formed. And yet he hunted with us. Struggled with us, and yet in his damage could not come back to us.

One who flies reached us, he understood what had occurred, and he knew this one, we reached to him with what we knew and in return he inquired of us.

Who would tell Zur?