I AM THE GIANT RAT ☆ o, rats

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REDVOX "VINNY" ABRAMO - cis male - goat-bat hybrid - harbinger

Vox was still taking in large gasping breaths to calm himself when Roman and the other's approached, and the harbinger flinched a little, embarrassed he had been caught in such a prone and frightened state. He supposed he had brought it on himself, panicking and screaming and all, but that didn't make him really feel any better about it. When Ro asked if any of the rats had bitten him, the leader quickly shook his head, mumbling softly, "No, none of 'em got at me, s'far as I know. And they're all in one of th'back rooms in the town hall. I wasn't expectin' it, 'n' they all just came... streamin' out." He closed his eyes briefly and shook his head, a sigh leaving him. He really hoped that none of the rats carried any diseases, since he absolutely didn't want to deal with sickly little rats running around their territory, biting people and afflicting them with rabies. Thankfully, Vinny had only ever seen or heard rats in the vicinity of the town hall, so hopefully it was the only building that was afflicted with rat shaped unpleasantness. At least if they knew the rats were originating from one point, they could destroy that point and not have to worry about any more disease carrying little mongrels.

Looking up when Aslisk approached, the leader rolled his eyes when she made fun of him for being afraid of the rats. He grumbled sarcastically, shifting his wings a bit and glancing back inside, "They're pretty fuckin' scary when there's tons of 'em running straight at ya, ready to bite anythin' they can find. 'Sides, it's like Kamara said. They can have life-threatenin' diseases, and I'd really like ta not fuckin' die anytime soon." After all, he had just put the Halls back together. It wouldn't be very good if their first nee harbinger just dropped dead from a rat attack, now would it? The gat let out another heavy sigh before nodding at Kamara, turning around and eying the last of the straggler rats that were still crawling sneakily out of the building. His ears flattened as he watched them, and he then said with a shake of his head, "I s'pose we'll have to get rid of 'em somehow. I saw th'nest, 'n' we can probably get rid of it, but there's a lot of 'em. It'll probably take a lotta people t'kill the last of them off... not ta mention if they're diseased, we can't even eat 'em..." It really wasn't a winning situation, and Vinny found himself wishing that he had found something much more positive inside of the back room. Like, a party. Or a lifetime supply of prey. That would've been nice...