11-13-2018, 08:25 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]He never had been able to finish off his rabbit after Caesar caused a disturbance. The gryphon was settled in camp, talons pinned over the mauled prey once left abandoned as his tail lashed. A black beak was still tipped with a dried, reddish stain from the meal, yet as others walked past him, he couldn't stomach consuming another bite. Thinning forms should've never turned down easy food, especially when it wasn't certain when it'd come next, the Privateer was tiring of having strangers catch such things for him though. One day some mean old bastard would realise he never hunted and poison the meal that was brought to him, near-immortality through reincarnation wasn't enough for the male to feel comfortable with being content.
The faintest of noises dragged him away from his thoughts, emerald eyes removing their gaze into the abyss and back into reality. Slowly Feliks looked up, claws tapping against the ground one by one as bright feathers came into view. With the threat of 'naked' raptors around 24/7, it was easy to forget that Lucifer was raising some of his own, and whilst the male had been taking silent note of their patterns and size, this dinosaur wasn't as familiar to him. Just how many feral prehistoric chickens is this group willing to raise? If they weren't ancient relatives, not by blood but by species, the high position would've certainly had more to say about the risks of letting savages roam freely like this.
Loyalty wasn't what they needed to make him feel comfortable, it was sense. Many couldn't be trusted to leave their knives away from your backs, but those same creatures wouldn't bite unless given reason. The pack had reason of course, food, innocents were the best way to hunt since they were about as likely to run as Dodos... didn't mean it justified long forgotten animal behaviour though. "Oi," he called bluntly to the young beast, presuming it hadn't already been attracted by the smell of death. He removed his grip from the rodent quickly, picking it up and tossing it towards the raptor. If he couldn't eat it then fuck, might as well give it to someone who didn't care about the mauled presentation of the dead creature.
The faintest of noises dragged him away from his thoughts, emerald eyes removing their gaze into the abyss and back into reality. Slowly Feliks looked up, claws tapping against the ground one by one as bright feathers came into view. With the threat of 'naked' raptors around 24/7, it was easy to forget that Lucifer was raising some of his own, and whilst the male had been taking silent note of their patterns and size, this dinosaur wasn't as familiar to him. Just how many feral prehistoric chickens is this group willing to raise? If they weren't ancient relatives, not by blood but by species, the high position would've certainly had more to say about the risks of letting savages roam freely like this.
Loyalty wasn't what they needed to make him feel comfortable, it was sense. Many couldn't be trusted to leave their knives away from your backs, but those same creatures wouldn't bite unless given reason. The pack had reason of course, food, innocents were the best way to hunt since they were about as likely to run as Dodos... didn't mean it justified long forgotten animal behaviour though. "Oi," he called bluntly to the young beast, presuming it hadn't already been attracted by the smell of death. He removed his grip from the rodent quickly, picking it up and tossing it towards the raptor. If he couldn't eat it then fuck, might as well give it to someone who didn't care about the mauled presentation of the dead creature.
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