WHEN I BEHAVED TWENTY-FIVE / Open, Feral

[aesior]

EVERY GRIN WE SHARE IS LIKE.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

okay, this wasn't the response he was hoping for, full honesty. he wasn't expecting the aggression though every part of his instincts from eons past screamed at him that this was a viable outcome to the situation he faced. exhaling wearily, fur rising along his spine as he looked at ares, watching as she tipped her head, broaching some sense of familiarity. the chittering it emitted was soon replaced with more aggressive posturing, fire spreading up and through the beast as his own coat bristled.

the stance it took was clearly aggressive, the stamping of her feet alerting him to the damage. shit, these things jumped on their prey. raising his own tail with a yowling snarl, the cheetah glancing side to side swiftly, leaving his claws sheathed as his tail lashed, watching the last of the NPCs clear out of his way. pressing his weight on weary bones, the brute hissed at ares, darting forward towards her. attempting to either knock against the beast's feathery chest or leg, he would attempt to get up and lead the chase away from the populace. gods help him, he was going to pay for this. he didn't know this was ares in this form, or what she was suffering from, he just saw a creature that could threaten his family and group, and he had to do something about it. gasping as the air was driven from his own lungs, muscles spasming and screaming as he struggled to his paws, body screaming in protest, "C-Come on! This way!", he called out to her, trying to run in the opposite direction of camp.

A PRAYER COMMITTED TO THE SONG WE SING.
aesior opheles of tanglewood. -- grim - feline shifter.

credit @/teef