♠ hated by @silkbeastNumberone
I remember my earlie$t hunt$ along the $hore. Not for the meat. Not only. The landd₩eller$ ₩ould gather in their little market$ under ¢anva$ and $moke, all teeth and hand$ and bright fal$e laughter. Fi$h for grain. Grain for metal. Metal for favor$. Favor$ for $ilen¢e. None of them ¢alled it hunger. That ₩a$ ₩hat intere$ted me. A bea$t take$ be¢au$e it mu$t. A hunter take$ be¢au$e he ¢an. But the$e ¢reature$ had found a ₩ay to make taking ₱olite. They $miled ₩hile ₩eighing one another’$ throat$ on little bra$$ $¢ale$, then thanked the blade for it$ fairne$$. I ₩at¢hed from the $urf ₩ith blood $till ₩arm beneath my ¢la₩$ and thought, "There i$ art here." Not yet. Not for me. Not ₩hile the hunt ₩a$ $till young and $im₱le. But later. Definitely later.
$ad to $ee a good troll like that meander do₩n medio¢rity. $oon, even the tide$'ll forget him. I ₩on't. He o₩e$ me.
Feel$ good to ¢olle¢t from a ne₩ $our¢e. Like fre$h i¢hor in the ole thum₱er.
Funny thing, the $hore. You $₱end enough time a₩ay from it, and every landd₩eller ₩ith ₩et ankle$ $tart$ ¢onvin¢ing them$elve$ they have di$¢overed the o¢ean. Lately, I have been a₱₱roa¢hed by a ¢harming little ₱arade of ¢uriou$ mouth$. All a$king after name$, debt$, $afety, intent, hi$tory, motive. All ₱retending information i$ a $hell they found loo$e in the $and, and not $omething ₱ried from a living thing. ₱rying i$ all the$e $ort$ $eem to kno₩ ho₩ to do. ₱ry the$e $hell$, ₱ry into my bu$ine$$, ₱ry into my ¢lientele. I do admire the ¢ourage. Mo$t of your ilk tend to run. But ¢ourage i$ not ₩hat kee₱$ the ₩orld turning. If you ₩ant an$₩er$, bring ₱ayment.
Neurologi$t for that neuroti¢ freak? I $u₱₱o$e $in¢e they are ₱aying, I ¢an find $omeone.
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