08-17-2019, 09:02 AM
i heard you were looking like the moon — tags
He tears through the scaly skin, teeth seeming desperate to chew anything they could. Although, if he were to eat too fast, that may not be so good either for his malnourished state. The beast is too young now to realize this, and carries on without a care.
That is, until, he's interrupted.
The young tiger's glowing orange eyes flash towards the stranger, baring his teeth as he curls into a more defensive posture, his flames flaring up once more. Did they hurt? No one could be quite sure. His ears sit upon his head, turned backwards as he lets out a low growl. Of the jumble of words thrown at him, he is clearly only managing to decipher a few - whether that has to do with actual cognitive ability or if that is all he's bothering to understand would not be obvious. However, he would seem to relax, only ever so slightly. "Rrrrroy." He growls out, tail twitching back and forth. "Hungrrry." He then mutters, stepping over his meal, as if to symbolize that it was his catch, so therefore it was his food. He pushes himself downward once more to continue his feed.
He would tense up further as another arrives, letting out a warning growl towards the one who proclaims herself as Delilah. His food. The weapon must survive somehow, and these creatures swarming around him caused what was visible of his fur to stick up, huffs exiting his body.
The truth was, he was just a lost kid.
That is, until, he's interrupted.
The young tiger's glowing orange eyes flash towards the stranger, baring his teeth as he curls into a more defensive posture, his flames flaring up once more. Did they hurt? No one could be quite sure. His ears sit upon his head, turned backwards as he lets out a low growl. Of the jumble of words thrown at him, he is clearly only managing to decipher a few - whether that has to do with actual cognitive ability or if that is all he's bothering to understand would not be obvious. However, he would seem to relax, only ever so slightly. "Rrrrroy." He growls out, tail twitching back and forth. "Hungrrry." He then mutters, stepping over his meal, as if to symbolize that it was his catch, so therefore it was his food. He pushes himself downward once more to continue his feed.
He would tense up further as another arrives, letting out a warning growl towards the one who proclaims herself as Delilah. His food. The weapon must survive somehow, and these creatures swarming around him caused what was visible of his fur to stick up, huffs exiting his body.
The truth was, he was just a lost kid.
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