07-11-2018, 02:00 PM
[div style="width: 45%; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"]Hunger was not a powerful feeling he was unfamiliar with, but due to his experience as a nomadic hunter he had learned to quickly secure and scavenge for nourishment when his body needed the support. Generally the demon was capable of going quite a bit of time without anything to fill his stomach, but he simply didn't enjoy fasting most of the time. He had a passion for a good meal that would ravage any group's food storage. It was quite interesting how he managed to still have some leftover barbecue—likely because no one wanted to eat it. Well...it was a cat that he had skinned and roasted, but it was food, nonetheless! He'd hold out for anyone who wanted a piece simply because he was ever-so-generous like that.
Frankly, the cyborg wolf took every chance he could to flee from the primary activity hubs of the Ascendants, so to avoid those who didn't take too kindly to his presence. Since he'd secured a room for himself he had been trying to steer clear from many others—this was not because he hated social confrontation (he found it to be a nuisance at worst), but rather to diverge from any potential disputes that would very quickly be made public. Clearly it already has. Just about every fucker here practically considered Pele a daughter or niece or little sister or cousin or whatever the hell. And they didn't see him as her father whatsoever.
This was what led him to a brief walk, which would in turn lead to the discovery of the rolling, thrashing white domestic feline in the midst of the plains. Zjarr watched the scene unfold with an almost disinterested and bored dullness in his natural chocolate brown eye, but he presumed that he ought to interfere anyway. After all, someone who yells "I DON'T WANT TO DIE" clearly has to be in dire need of assistance, right? "Hey, hey!" the wolf called, making his way across the field of looming grass over to the feline. "What the hell's the problem here? Ya hurt, miss?" He had witnessed her attempt to walk and then collapse to the ground, so he figured that something was very amiss with the cat. Along with the fact that, well, she was literally writhing around. The wolf glanced over his shoulder in the hopes that maybe someone else would arrive and help with the situation. Hopefully some sort of medic.
Frankly, the cyborg wolf took every chance he could to flee from the primary activity hubs of the Ascendants, so to avoid those who didn't take too kindly to his presence. Since he'd secured a room for himself he had been trying to steer clear from many others—this was not because he hated social confrontation (he found it to be a nuisance at worst), but rather to diverge from any potential disputes that would very quickly be made public. Clearly it already has. Just about every fucker here practically considered Pele a daughter or niece or little sister or cousin or whatever the hell. And they didn't see him as her father whatsoever.
This was what led him to a brief walk, which would in turn lead to the discovery of the rolling, thrashing white domestic feline in the midst of the plains. Zjarr watched the scene unfold with an almost disinterested and bored dullness in his natural chocolate brown eye, but he presumed that he ought to interfere anyway. After all, someone who yells "I DON'T WANT TO DIE" clearly has to be in dire need of assistance, right? "Hey, hey!" the wolf called, making his way across the field of looming grass over to the feline. "What the hell's the problem here? Ya hurt, miss?" He had witnessed her attempt to walk and then collapse to the ground, so he figured that something was very amiss with the cat. Along with the fact that, well, she was literally writhing around. The wolf glanced over his shoulder in the hopes that maybe someone else would arrive and help with the situation. Hopefully some sort of medic.
[glow=#f24b00,2,300]how'd it get so scandalous?[/glow] — ☼
✰ — I'M JUST A SOUL WHOSE INTENTIONS ARE GOOD
zjarr ignibus / tanglewood / hellcat / weapons dealer / plot