Stoat - A log

[Stoat]

I have no name of which I am aware.

I am a hunter.

I have always been a hunter; as far back as I can remember.

I will be a hunter until the day I die.

My father was a hunter, and he was Shrike.

His father was a hunter, and he was Lynx.

My mother was prey, and she was Damsel Fly.

My grandmother was prey, and she was Rabbit.

I have a spirit which guides me.

My spirit is Stoat.

My woman will be prey, and she will be Vole.

It is in our blood, and has been since time began.

It burns when I do not hunt.

I am never able to rest, never able to take stock.

It courses through me, forcing me onward, guiding my hand.

Some may escape the dance, but none are immune to its allure.

I must entrance my prey before I can strike.

The dance precedes the hunt.

The dance supports the hunt.

The dance is the hunt.

The men of my family have always been committed to their calling, right up to their dying breaths.

I cannot forsake their legacy.

I WILL NOT forsake their legacy.

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