the weary days of traveling were weighing heavy on him. he'd heard a rumor some time back, a few actually, but his concern now was for a groupmate that his medic could not treat. oneheart was a good medic and he had faith in his valereader but the injury was too personal to ignore. his adopted sister, and sole mercenary of his group, margaret, had fallen victim to a vicious attack that broke at least one wing that the valereader had already set but her eye had been gouged out and the poor man had little experience with healing that sort of injury. he'd come to tanglewood in intentions of speaking to moth, but something in him was changing, warping. he was scared, scared out of his mind that he would lose his only sister and it was beginning to drive him mad, that accursed fear. perhaps it had something to do with the hunger and the amount of time it had taken him to get to the land of tanglewood, his scent masked as best as he could get.

he was an apex predator with a questionable diet, preferring to feast on other predatory species, and that hunger was burning a hole through him. he was starving - he couldn't sustain himself and the few meals he had managed to catch on his way here were small and pitiful, barely feeding the hunger in him. his instincts were in overdrive, stalking the borders of tanglewood and rogues within the area, in a desperate attempt to feed himself. he managed to sustain himself on a rogue, leaving a small pool of blood from his feast. stomach maintained for the time being, the meat-eater would resume his stalking of the border, searching out moth and hoping to stop her in private along the border. he couldn't just ask her what he needed, he needed her to accompany him. through the last few days, he had seen signs of the medic, and he'd picked up on that she was showing symptoms of sickness, something that drew his attention to her alone, his instincts telling him that she might be a liabilty.

he'd been starved for so long, that following the simple urges of his predatory instincts drove him to separate the fox from the group she stayed with. he wasn't in the mood to feed just yet, and he desperately needed her help, but he couldn't help the easy-to-follow nature of his. this was also his best chance of getting a hold of her, if he could separate her, and so, with this in mind, the akhlut would set up a simple lure - he would catch himself a rabbit and after injuring the creature, he would loose it near the border where he had caught her scent recently. even when sick and injured, she must want to fulfill her own hunger, right?

[member=17611]moth[/member] //

silent would the beast wait within hiding, his gaze falling upon vixen body before him, his shoulders rolling as he settled to observe. faint the signs she showed, more exhaustion than signs of any cold or illness at this time, though wicked any virus that may claim the weakened immune system within a tired body. he had been a victim many times to the seasonal cold, and there was nothing worse than one's own body betraying them. another roll of shoulders as he held his breath, chasing down the desire to lurch out and startle her. licking blood from his jaws, he inhaled quietly before pushing his brutish form through the brush surrounding him, long rounded snout coming first as he sniffed the air.

he knew he was a bit of a shock to see, a strange mix between whale and wolf at a towering height. he wasn't fond of his height - it made a challenge in avoiding stepping on his groupmates should he not be paying attention to his footing. a rumble left him as he gazed down at her - shit she was still tiny compared to him. standing six feet at the shoulder, he was a giant and he knew it. suddenly feeling disgruntled, he made the quick decision to take a step back to give her room out of courtesy, dipping his head slightly, "apologies, i let it slip away", perhaps he could convince her to go with him? with how small she was ... the guilt was building up in his chest. he'd just take her by force if she didn't agree, he supposed.

Apparent her unease with them, he wished he could soothe those concerns but with his true purpose in being here, he could not and nor did he think she would be welcoming of such an attempt. Watching her pins her ears back, lowering their head, trying to give her space as she stepped back. Ah, their bait was trying to escape. They would pause for a moment, "Thank you. I apologize for my trespassing, it crossed before my path and I chased after it without thought", came his response as he would reach out and capture the rabbit under his paw, ending the rabbit's life as swiftly as he could manage with a clean nip to it's artery.

A quick breath as he ended it's existence, its blood on his tongue as he drew back, "Ah, there was another reason that I'm here, Miss. I heard tale of a skilled medic in the area, and I have need of her services. Not so much myself, but my sister is badly hurt, and my friend doesn't know how to patch the worst of her wounds.", he would tell her the truth in that regard, Margaret was certainly injured and risked infection, and she still had young children.

Swallowing faintly as he looked to her, "I'm afraid I'm too big to know my way around medicine, and that I'm more of a warrior by nature. In fact as it is, I was hoping I might be able to offer this rabbit as a peace offering to her group or to her for the inconvenience.", he would murmur. Keep it easy, Aub, you've got this. Just be polite and then you'll learn more, he would think to himself with hopes of avoiding a kidnapping fluttering in his chest. He normally wasn't so sentimental - was it the vixens size that was getting to him? Oddly enough, there was a blank train of thought that her size reminded him of someone he had known once, a long time ago, though he doubted they bore any relation.

Permission given by tikkit to powerplay! //

He was quiet and still, holding his breath, hopeful for a good resolution to such incident. He caught the nervous chuckle, ears twitching as he sensed the rejection to come. Ah shit, he was going to hate himself for this, wasn't he? Ears flicking back as she spoke, trying to hide the despair in his eyes. Inhaling as she spoke, he would move suddenly, jaws parting as he lunged.

Jaws closing as gently as he could fit them around the island fox's scruff, picking up her small weight, "Apologies, Miss Moth. I really need your help, it won't be long. I can have you back within a few days of now.", he would rumble around her fur. He didn't want to hurt her, and he knew how easy that might be. Turning with the vixen in his jaws, he would nudge the rabbit with a paw, looking guilty for the life lost but it had already been in pain. Turning with a faint thud of his tail against a nearby tree and a cut-off whimper of his own pain, body bruised from the flood that his group had just witnessed. Inhaling, he bunched his muscles and made a swift departure from the scene, hoping to have left a confusing scent trail.

Out!///
Wait for tikki pls <33 ////