07-18-2018, 09:22 PM
" IT'S FINE NOW. WHY? BECAUSE I AM HERE! "
Toshinori had never actually hunted before.
Yes, he was a serval. Yes, he was an adult. But he had never hunted before, for the simple fact that he'd never needed to. He had been a human up until a few days ago, able to buy his own food from shops and grocery stores and such. He'd never developed the drive or the instinct because... he hadn't needed to. He'd been a human.
Then he'd died.
And now, he was a serval, desperately hungry and unwilling to take what he hadn't earned. Ever since his death, he'd been a bit weird about earning things, even if the stockpiled food in camp was caught for everybody. But he was so, so very bad at hunting that often times, he just went hungry. He wasn't a killer, after all. He was a hero, a symbol of peace. Or... he had been.
Still, the killing drive wasn't in him in the slightest. He was no deadly hunter, no cutthroat. He could be intimidating in his other form, but that was over now. He didn't have the power to transform anymore. Still, Toshinori was trying his best. The feline was crouched ungracefully near the shore of a frozen river, eyeing the same more Nui had been. He was much too loud though, snow crunching under his paws as he tried to creep closer. His baggy sweater dragged against the wet ground and disturbed it. Each time he moved he winced for fear of scaring the prey away, but it remained still. That was, until a blur of cat up and took it.
The serval rose from his hiding place (though that had been lousy, too), shadowed cerulean eyes wide with surprise. He hadn't even noticed the molly, so he definitely hadn't thought the mole would have been gone so quickly. It wasn't like he'd had high hopes, but he had been hoping that if the prey did disappear, it would simply be because he was bad at hunting. Really, he just didn't want other people to see him trying and failing. Not... again. He'd had enough of failure, and yet it seemed to be trailing him at every step.
"Nice catch," the serval commented, though his tone was a bit hollow with disappointment. He pushed a smile to his cracked lips, watching as Nui pushed the mole into the ice. The thought occurred that this girl probably didn't know him, and he hoped she didn't mind the sudden conversation too much. He didn't think he'd startled her, but if he had, it wasn't his intention. "Ah- I'm Toshinori by the way."
Yes, he was a serval. Yes, he was an adult. But he had never hunted before, for the simple fact that he'd never needed to. He had been a human up until a few days ago, able to buy his own food from shops and grocery stores and such. He'd never developed the drive or the instinct because... he hadn't needed to. He'd been a human.
Then he'd died.
And now, he was a serval, desperately hungry and unwilling to take what he hadn't earned. Ever since his death, he'd been a bit weird about earning things, even if the stockpiled food in camp was caught for everybody. But he was so, so very bad at hunting that often times, he just went hungry. He wasn't a killer, after all. He was a hero, a symbol of peace. Or... he had been.
Still, the killing drive wasn't in him in the slightest. He was no deadly hunter, no cutthroat. He could be intimidating in his other form, but that was over now. He didn't have the power to transform anymore. Still, Toshinori was trying his best. The feline was crouched ungracefully near the shore of a frozen river, eyeing the same more Nui had been. He was much too loud though, snow crunching under his paws as he tried to creep closer. His baggy sweater dragged against the wet ground and disturbed it. Each time he moved he winced for fear of scaring the prey away, but it remained still. That was, until a blur of cat up and took it.
The serval rose from his hiding place (though that had been lousy, too), shadowed cerulean eyes wide with surprise. He hadn't even noticed the molly, so he definitely hadn't thought the mole would have been gone so quickly. It wasn't like he'd had high hopes, but he had been hoping that if the prey did disappear, it would simply be because he was bad at hunting. Really, he just didn't want other people to see him trying and failing. Not... again. He'd had enough of failure, and yet it seemed to be trailing him at every step.
"Nice catch," the serval commented, though his tone was a bit hollow with disappointment. He pushed a smile to his cracked lips, watching as Nui pushed the mole into the ice. The thought occurred that this girl probably didn't know him, and he hoped she didn't mind the sudden conversation too much. He didn't think he'd startled her, but if he had, it wasn't his intention. "Ah- I'm Toshinori by the way."
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