LOOK AT THIS POOR BOY / intro

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i heard you were looking like the moon — tags

The beast quickly growls as Delilah grows closer, body tensing firmly as he ceases his meal to stare at the female, baring his sharp teeth. Flames rise and he huffs towards the cat, his head held defensively over the gator. The growls remain warnings, though are louder now, verging on roars. He huffs towards her, claws digging into his catch. Too close. Too many trying to watch over him. He doesn't know their intentions. What if they plan to steal his meal, to hurt him, to take him back? He cannot allow it.

Their efforts can't have been for nothing.

And now, something unthinkable approaches, and does not stop coming. He lets out soft roars, his head lowering slightly. A gorilla was large. Much larger than the young tiger. He is displaying signs of submission, peace, but he won't stop coming closer. His glowing gaze shift between the three strangers wildly, his ears pinned downward. His flames grow larger, but the gorilla displays no fear, no hurt, not even any sign of discomfort. Confusion wraps over the boy. "How?" the tiger growls out towards the male, thoughtlessly, before registering his words. Offering assistance, get him clean, feed him. He stares at Red, no more growls emitting from him, instead a silent curiosity seems to enter him, along with hesitation. "Dangerrrr." His voice is quieter now. Whether Roy is referring to them or himself, or even both, is unclear. The boy does not know these individuals. He does not know what they will do. The weapon does not want to hurt anyone. Forests burn. People burn.