07-28-2018, 10:25 AM
[ no fancy and mobile post- cue screaming ]
The hound has preferred to keep to the dingiest, darkest parts of the swamp, settling herself within the mud and sludge, hiding herself to wait in tense silence for prey to get a little too close. Not that she’s actually hunting for the Clan- no, she’s hunting simply for herself. Bigger animals do need to sustain themselves more. With the phantom partial paralysis and complete vision loss, she’s at a disadvantage, and has to learn to use other ways to draw things in.
Which includes, but isn’t limited to, a scratchy and highpitched clicking, her jaws parted just enough to allow the sound to escape, using it to ‘see’ what was around her, echolocation much like a bat. Her paw steps are slow, calculated against the mud caked and drying against her sides, shaking away some that had gotten on to her face as she gets around the territory. Her head swings around towards another high pitched sound then, threatening, a warning and the hound feels her fur begin to raise in vague hostility, territorial defense written all over the way she tenses.
She picks up her pace, lopsided gait leaving heavy footprints behind her, the clicking getting a little louder as she follows both scent and sound to the strangers and the dinosaur on the fringes of the territory baring gifts. Malkyn hasn’t caught that the others have already thanked them, more focused on the young raptor. Malkyn steps out from behind Lucifer slowly, keeping her distance and clicking growing a little quieter to just keep the smallest image in her mind. The hound tips her head just a bit, cloudy and blank eyes trained on Delta just the slightest bit of lag as the echolocation gets back to her.
Delta isn’t forgotten, however she turns her attention to the more approachable of the group- the two in front of the raptor. ”Anything in particular you’re wanting?” The clicking stops for a second for her to speak and the black nothingness she’s left in for the duration of it makes her uncomfortable, fur prickling uneasily.
The hound has preferred to keep to the dingiest, darkest parts of the swamp, settling herself within the mud and sludge, hiding herself to wait in tense silence for prey to get a little too close. Not that she’s actually hunting for the Clan- no, she’s hunting simply for herself. Bigger animals do need to sustain themselves more. With the phantom partial paralysis and complete vision loss, she’s at a disadvantage, and has to learn to use other ways to draw things in.
Which includes, but isn’t limited to, a scratchy and highpitched clicking, her jaws parted just enough to allow the sound to escape, using it to ‘see’ what was around her, echolocation much like a bat. Her paw steps are slow, calculated against the mud caked and drying against her sides, shaking away some that had gotten on to her face as she gets around the territory. Her head swings around towards another high pitched sound then, threatening, a warning and the hound feels her fur begin to raise in vague hostility, territorial defense written all over the way she tenses.
She picks up her pace, lopsided gait leaving heavy footprints behind her, the clicking getting a little louder as she follows both scent and sound to the strangers and the dinosaur on the fringes of the territory baring gifts. Malkyn hasn’t caught that the others have already thanked them, more focused on the young raptor. Malkyn steps out from behind Lucifer slowly, keeping her distance and clicking growing a little quieter to just keep the smallest image in her mind. The hound tips her head just a bit, cloudy and blank eyes trained on Delta just the slightest bit of lag as the echolocation gets back to her.
Delta isn’t forgotten, however she turns her attention to the more approachable of the group- the two in front of the raptor. ”Anything in particular you’re wanting?” The clicking stops for a second for her to speak and the black nothingness she’s left in for the duration of it makes her uncomfortable, fur prickling uneasily.
& YOU'RE ALL BRONZE AND BITE, ALL VENOM AND FISTFIGHT. YOU'RE THE DAWN THAT RISES BLOODY AND WRECKS SHIPS IN ITS WAKE, BUT YOU'RE A SIREN TOO, SOMEWHERE DEEP IN THE ACHING HEART OF YOU. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]