Silver-Gray
He twirls the chains. The metal links quiver, vibrate, whistling through the air in a practiced dance. Faster and faster he spins, he with his chains, his chains with him.
They move through the trees, spinning together. Faster, faster. Rattling, shaking, they scream to the forest promises of vengeance, promises of blood.
The image of the black spider looms before them and everything turns red. His eyes are blinded by loathing, and he strikes.
He drops to his knees, the weight of metal sinking gently back into his hands with familiarity.
His eyes shine scarlet, and his revenge glistens silver-gray.
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a/n: 100ish word challenge. Kurapika training with his silver chains pre-York New arc.