06-17-2018, 10:35 AM
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Lost to this monster
THIS PUP BEHIND THE SLUGHTER
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
THIS PUP BEHIND THE SLUGHTER
Whisper knows death like the back of her paw, and the stentch of it just as fimiliar to the coppery tang of blood. However within the foul smelling edges of the swamp that Whisper mostly tries to avoid because of gators- the smell of death is carefully blocked within the stench of rotting logs and whatever it was that kept dying. There was always something rotting within the swamp- so to say she found the scent and followed was less an open excuse to Whisper just stumbling upon the scene. For what it was worth she did not openly balk at the river spirit- "fish" as they called themselves. She was just getting the distinct impression that she was very very old. Maybe even older than whisper- which was quite a feet in itself.
Other's- or at least most of them seemed to balk openly at the gore that coated the spirit's form. But Whisper was either brave or stupid- or both. Child-like curiosity blending with an ancinet mind createing a dangerous mix as she stepped closer towards the spirit than other's would dare to. Four blinking eyes wide as she came closer, stopping short on the other side of the gored gator to watch fish either back away herself or growl to attack- both were expected- and neither was unpredictable at least.
While Whisper liked to think she was a little eerie, standing here head to head to a riverspirit covered in gore she didn't have much to her own name. The small things that made her odd were only subtly apparent. Whisper's small form was meant to instil the need to protect her than creep others out, but here standing across something she destinctly has memories of watching crawl out of the water's edge in the typhoon in the night of the tanglegrowth's first raid there. Argus was first instilled with hunger at the sight of such a spirit roaming so freely. But whisper was different- she could feel it so much stronger now in the reality of the physical plane. No longer a ghost or figment of someone else's consious she had the urge to eat. ❝I get hungry too sometimes. But only near spirits and ghosts. Does that mean i should only eat ghosts? That i should eat you?❞ The puppy spoke up. No real criticism or second hand meaning behind her words. They were strightforward, and her eyes showed no sign of deception.
she was asking permission
Other's- or at least most of them seemed to balk openly at the gore that coated the spirit's form. But Whisper was either brave or stupid- or both. Child-like curiosity blending with an ancinet mind createing a dangerous mix as she stepped closer towards the spirit than other's would dare to. Four blinking eyes wide as she came closer, stopping short on the other side of the gored gator to watch fish either back away herself or growl to attack- both were expected- and neither was unpredictable at least.
While Whisper liked to think she was a little eerie, standing here head to head to a riverspirit covered in gore she didn't have much to her own name. The small things that made her odd were only subtly apparent. Whisper's small form was meant to instil the need to protect her than creep others out, but here standing across something she destinctly has memories of watching crawl out of the water's edge in the typhoon in the night of the tanglegrowth's first raid there. Argus was first instilled with hunger at the sight of such a spirit roaming so freely. But whisper was different- she could feel it so much stronger now in the reality of the physical plane. No longer a ghost or figment of someone else's consious she had the urge to eat. ❝I get hungry too sometimes. But only near spirits and ghosts. Does that mean i should only eat ghosts? That i should eat you?❞ The puppy spoke up. No real criticism or second hand meaning behind her words. They were strightforward, and her eyes showed no sign of deception.
she was asking permission