07-14-2018, 10:18 PM
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She'd backed up away from the large feline, her clawed feet steady as she hunkered lower to the ground - he seemed quite bad off, though she disliked how little blood flowed from his wounds. She wanted to watch him slowly die before her, but she supposed he needed a few more nasty gashes to do the trick. With the shiny armor, he both enraged her and successfully blocked parts of her attacks; if she hunted him for sport, she probably would have run off in search for an easier target by now. But she wanted him and the rest of the shiny-heads dead. Or, failing that, stripped of their shininess.
As Favorite dropped between her and the object of her ire, yet again, she curled her lips at him. Clearly displeased, that much seemed obvious just by the crooked crocodilian-like sneer on her face. She understood fragments - her name, no, food, but nothing else. Evidently, Bast thought Washington shouldn't be food; she already figured this out, though. He was a threat, a mammal with human technology wrapped around his head and coiled around his torso like a metal snake. "Not food. Threat," she babbled back at him, annoyance evident by the tapping of her sickle claw and the following hiss that left her throat.
She shook her head, unsure where the heck those flashing images came from - they reminded her of before, when sometimes she'd stand around Bast and flashes of carrion appeared before her mental eyes. She understood this as an annoyance in situations like these but didn't understand they were caused by Favorite. Perhaps she'd outright attack him, if she figured out these random 'visions' originated from a similar ability to the one that nearly roasted Echo. Growing irritated, she enunciated again with a louder shriek, "Threat!"
As Favorite dropped between her and the object of her ire, yet again, she curled her lips at him. Clearly displeased, that much seemed obvious just by the crooked crocodilian-like sneer on her face. She understood fragments - her name, no, food, but nothing else. Evidently, Bast thought Washington shouldn't be food; she already figured this out, though. He was a threat, a mammal with human technology wrapped around his head and coiled around his torso like a metal snake. "Not food. Threat," she babbled back at him, annoyance evident by the tapping of her sickle claw and the following hiss that left her throat.
She shook her head, unsure where the heck those flashing images came from - they reminded her of before, when sometimes she'd stand around Bast and flashes of carrion appeared before her mental eyes. She understood this as an annoyance in situations like these but didn't understand they were caused by Favorite. Perhaps she'd outright attack him, if she figured out these random 'visions' originated from a similar ability to the one that nearly roasted Echo. Growing irritated, she enunciated again with a louder shriek, "Threat!"