HANDS OF A THIEF ☆ beast

[hushsound.]

As Kilius approached, the small golden feline was putting his now bloody sword aside, making note for later to clean off any blood or other unsavory things from that blade once he was back in his room. When Kilius spoke, Hush found himself startled by the way that the other snickered in amusement, until he remembered the other male couldn't see, and thus probably wasn't too intimidated or unnerved by the mutated monster that now laid on the ground – unaware that Kilius probably wouldn't care even if he could see the deer. When the other asked if he smelled dinner, Hush immediately bit down on the inside of his cheek, not really sure if this was the greatest option for dinner. Sure, the male was glad that he had taken it down, and he certainly hoped it could make a good dinner for at least a few people, but it was still mutated, and probably irradiated, so Hush found himself hesitating. He then mumbled softly, his tail flicking along the ground, "Erm... it could be dinner, I suppose, but it is all mutated, so we should be careful..." He then said, moving to lift up one of the deer's legs with his paws to inspect it carefully, "And... it's pretty damn big. Much bigger than me, anyways. Not quite sure how to describe it, really."

[glow=black,2,300]LOVE IS NOT A VICTORY MARCH[/glow]