PANIC AT THE BISTRO / joining

[KLIMENT]

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Nostrils flared, lips peeled back, and saliva dripped from the jaws of the giant creature. Their pair of pseudo eyes glowed though they mainly relied on their sense of smell, they could feel the spikes on their spine rising slowly as he breathed slowly through sharp yet messily aligned teeth that lay upon their gums. A hiss escaped the large beast as he made his way through the territory, his long rabbit-like ears perked forward as to pick up any noises that could lead them to their next meal. HUNGRY. KM19 thought to himself picking up the pace moving swiftly through the night, his large talon-like claws clicking occasionally on a few smooth, cool rocks mainly to feel around for possible ledges. His tail lashed to the sides only to growl immediately with interest picking up the scent of fear, his head swung in the direction of the scent "WE EAT TONIGHT." They breathed into the cold air their breath becoming a small plume of white, he shook his head temporarily soon moving forward in the direction of the obviously terrified creature. His hearing was very much more enhanced than most animals, he supposed that he could be grateful to the petty, damned humans for these abilities of his. "YOU SMELL WONDERFUL. WE LOVE IT WHEN OUR PREY SMELLS OF FEAR, IT MAKES THE HUNT MORE ENTICING. FUNNER FOR US, WE DO NOT KNOW IF IT IS THE SAME FOR YOU. PREY," He listened to the hitched yet rapid breathing and not much longer, the animal was already running off.

Badump. Badump. Badump.

"IF ONLY YOU STOOD A CHANCE." He spoke with a laugh erupting from his slightly parted jaws, a barbed tongue slithering out from powerful jaws much like those serpents summoned from baskets by a flute. Deadly saliva dripped from the beast's tongue as the muscle would curl a bit, the hybrid moved forward without much hesitance following after the canid creature. "TRY AND HIDE, WE DARE YOU. YOU CAN HIDE BUT WE WILL FIND YOU," He said with an amused purr-like rumble as he slithered forward enjoying this game of hide and seek, little did the lupine know was that his hearing and smell was at its peak. That and his special ability. He would give them false security as he found another way to go in an attempt to surprise the miserable soon-to-be brunch of his. KM19, no, Kliment could pick up the smell of trees, water, and picked up several noises that made his ears twitch in slight irritation yet they were locked onto their prey. It didn't take Kliment long to pinpoint their location and once he did, with a swift movement of his tail they would pierce it through the canid creatures stomach hearing them let out a yelp. One last yelp.

"WE ARE IN GRATITUDE FOR THAT GAME YOU PROVIDED US," He rumbled, his Russian accent strong ad he proceeded to mutter something under his breath in his native tongue. He pulled his tail close to his body smacking it once onto the ground until he heard the body slam onto the ground harshly. The eyeless beast felt a twisted grin etching itself onto his face, he lowered his head until his nostrils brushed against the wound taking in the metallic smell. His tongue slowly slithered from his jaws only to pierce into the stomach wound, the barbed muscle would return to its cavern of teeth with the roof of Kliment's mouth salivating. Toxic saliva that could kill someone in a few hours and if that didn't do the trick well, he had another surprise hidden in that mouth of his. He licked his victim over a few times marking it as his own. No one would be idiotic enough to eat something that was now poisonous to someone else that wasn't the hellhound hybrid. His tongue wrapped around the body and drew it near, his jaws unhinged as he began to engulf his kill and swallow them whole.

A rumble escaped him. He sniffed one of the trees nearby only to lift up his claws and drag it against the bark until he could scent tree sap. He was not alone. He was no longer in an unclaimed land though he felt no need to have a sense of fear, no, the hellhound needn't be afraid of whatever was to come.

"I'M A BAD LIAR" —-- KLIMENT / ROSEBLOODS / MISC.

[arcy]

[glow=#000,1,400]UNDERNEATH THIS BLACK, BLACK SKY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

It was just a coincidence that Eddie had been out hunting at the same time as Kliment. Perhaps because Eddie spent a lot of time not spent with his fucked up groupmates hunting. Venom was, more often than not, hungry. Eddie was already used to indulging his Other when he was -- it's not like it was hard to find feral creatures to eat, thank god. After the initial incident that ended up with Eddie getting kicked out of his old group, Venom had, only a little reluctantly, agreed to avoid sentient animals. UNLESS THEY'RE HURTING US, They'd decided, and didn't let Eddie argue.
.. Seeing somebody eat something the same way Venom ate stuff was a little jarring. Maybe because it involved more tongue than Venom used, and didn't that sound bad out of context. Venom is curled somewhat warily in his chest, and Eddie is shivering in the tree. Not because of Kliment -- they'd done worse, and seen worse, but simply because of the height. Venom had abandoned him there just a few minutes ago, and Eddie had been shakily climbing through the jungle's branches when he came upon the creature below.
..
Eddie didn't even know how to get down to confront them. Theoretically, he should. In practice? Well, Eddie had an incident when he was young and learning to climb, and he never learned. Was too scared to. As such, it's a minute of the raccoon fumbling before Venom groans something insulting out and takes pity on him, the crocodile's sharp claws morphing as he swings the messy-furred Guard gracelessly onto the floor.
For a second, he just lays there, a little dazed, a little relived, before Eddie straightens up to eye the creature Venom was so warily regarding. He'd like to yell at his bodymate for just leaving him there, but he generally doesn't talk to them in front of people.
"So," Eddie clears his throat and fumbles, uncertain of what to say. He's not terribly put off by the stranger eating somebody, even if he is just a little pissed they're doing it on their territory. What if the person was a groupmate, or sapient? He hadn't managed to get a good look at them from so high up, and with so little time to see. "Who the hell did you just eat?" He says, after an awkward moment of silence. Venom snorts at him, unimpressed. It was a pretty shitty question, Eddie would give himself that. Like, who the hell would remember who they ate? ".. Uh, whatever. Who are you, and what're you doing here?" The raccoon straightens up. He's not as concerned as he probably should be, given that they just ate somebody whole in front of him -- below him. He doesn't tend to feel more than nervous with Venom constantly reassuring him, which was a little sad to Eddie, what with how hard he tried to not trust or even like his bodymate.

[| THE VAGABOND |]

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Questions no one can answer -

The idea of eating something raw absolutely disgusted the former human. There was no way anyone was going to try and get him to eat. So far, there wasn't anyone that was concerned about his current diet, as everyone just seemed to be doing their own thing instead of worrying about him and the rest of the crew. He liked it better that way because he rarely talked to others in the first place and just did whatever the hell he wanted. The one issue about being an animal now was that there was a chance that he would never taste the great foods that he had when he was a human. Not only that, but his taste buds were different now so nothing would even remotely take the same anyway. There were occasional times where he would actually end up cooking for the entire crew if they didn't want to go out and eat anything. It was more of the chill days that it happened, and Vagabond wasn't really bothered with it all that much. He saw all the crap that most of the crew ate on a day to day basis. They weren't the healthiest of the bunch, so he knew that cooking them a little bit of healthier meals would do them some good. This way they would more than likely die of getting shot rather than having a heart attack from eating so shitty. Vagabond had to be careful at the time though because he knew that Rimmy would recognize some of his cooking habits if he wasn't careful enough. He was lucky that Rimmy had only been with the crew a couple of months before the heist they did ultimately go wrong and they ended up here. Either way, he made notes of the foods that they did like and would occasionally cook some of the things that they liked.

Although, there were instances where he would just cook in bulk in whatever seemed good that day and whatever they had in the pantry. There were instances where they wouldn't be able to get out of the penthouse that most of them lived in without getting shot so they would hold up for a little while before everything cleared out. He didn't ask for any thanks for when he cooked, as it was a nice time for him to shut out all the noise that was usually going on and just cook. It was probably one of the few nonviolent hobbies that he had at the time that he was human. Since he was so busy there wasn't much he could do other than that. Sometimes he would get a rumor that the organization that he once worked for, and have to take care of that quickly just in case the rumor was actually true. He couldn't let the organization back up that easily after what they had done to him and Rimmy. The Hellhound had recently learned that he was able to conjure up food that he was capable of eating. Which was almost a miracle because he had been so stubborn that he nearly caused himself to slowly starve to death. Now that he knew how to make food that wasn't raw meat, it meant that he would be able to provide the crew with a little bit of food here and there whenever they were hungry. This would also mean that he would be the main food provider. He had yet to tell any of them what he was capable of doing on the simple factor that the Hellhound didn't want them to be constantly bugging him all day and all night if they suddenly got hungry. Maybe he could just store a bunch of the food, but he didn't know where he would be able to do that. To hell with storing anything in the ruins behind the waterfall as he had no doubt that someone would try to steal the food away while he wasn't looking and he'd have to slit someone's throat for being a thief.

Although, it would pretty ironic to have something stolen from the likes of him. Since Vagabond had arrived in this world almost six days ago, he hadn't really seen anything that he could really consider to be strange. Mostly canines and a cat here and there after he killed or tortured certain species. The Hellhound still didn't even know exactly what he was and why he was so big in the first place. But, he was fine with the large body that he had because it got enough work done. The former human was usually out and about. He was planning on going out and getting some business done while he was at it. The metal black mask that he wore covering his face except for his eyes. His vibrant blue eyes looked around as his ears listened to the sounds around him. He listened to what sounded like a scream, and this immediately took his interest as he began to make his way over in that direction, not knowing what to expect. When the 6ft tall Hellhound did arrive on the scene, he certainly wasn't expecting to see whatever the hell he was seeing right. His jaw almost went slack at the sight of the much larger beast. He wasn't the largest creature that was in this place anymore, even if the other was just slightly taller than him but not by much. The Hellhound didn't arrive soon enough to hear anyone say anything, his eyes flickering to the raccoon that was in front of the beast before back to the beast. Was this thing sentient or something that was created in a lab and was thrown out? "The fuck is that?" Vagabond questioned Eddie, gesturing with his head to the large animal. Vagabond remained almost ten feet away from the thing. Not because he was afraid, but because he had no idea what the fuck the thing was. His two tails would lash behind him in different directions as his vibrant blue eyes narrowed at the creature. He didn't like this.

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