12-14-2019, 10:58 PM
The two new faces approached him and he could feel something rise from deep within. Something dark, sinister and primal. It scared him- it was the same feeling from when he killed and ate that rabbit. To... consume. The white feline again stumbled onto his feet, backing away slowly, a headache and the impulses beginning again. No... no... not now! Not here! They didn’t do anything to deserve this! He didn’t deserve this!
“Stay... stay back! I don’t.... I don’t want to hurt you...” He backed up, not realizing the dead hare was right behind him, and he fell into his back. A vulnerable position, his predatory brain noted, fueling his anxiety and fear of hurting these people. He immediately stood up, a visible wobble in his steps.
His name? He... he couldn’t remember... he only heard one name, but that had been in a dream. He knew the dream name wasn’t his. Who’s was it? He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts a bit before replying to the one who asked. “I... I can’t remember, as... stupid as that sounds...” He spoke softly, looking down at his strangely marked forelegs to try and resist what his body almost craved.
“I don’t think I’m injured... physically, anyway...” He looked up once to face her, his expression grave and through it he was silently asking, without words, please help me. He didn’t appear fragile anymore, but his mental state didn’t give him the fearsome reputation it would have in that moment where... no. He couldn’t think about that right now.
“Am I... on your turf? I’m really sorry... if you want me to go I’ll leave. I promise I won’t bother you again...” His expression showed pain as well, as much as he tried to play it off. It didn’t work. Something was wrong... so very wrong.
“Stay... stay back! I don’t.... I don’t want to hurt you...” He backed up, not realizing the dead hare was right behind him, and he fell into his back. A vulnerable position, his predatory brain noted, fueling his anxiety and fear of hurting these people. He immediately stood up, a visible wobble in his steps.
His name? He... he couldn’t remember... he only heard one name, but that had been in a dream. He knew the dream name wasn’t his. Who’s was it? He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts a bit before replying to the one who asked. “I... I can’t remember, as... stupid as that sounds...” He spoke softly, looking down at his strangely marked forelegs to try and resist what his body almost craved.
“I don’t think I’m injured... physically, anyway...” He looked up once to face her, his expression grave and through it he was silently asking, without words, please help me. He didn’t appear fragile anymore, but his mental state didn’t give him the fearsome reputation it would have in that moment where... no. He couldn’t think about that right now.
“Am I... on your turf? I’m really sorry... if you want me to go I’ll leave. I promise I won’t bother you again...” His expression showed pain as well, as much as he tried to play it off. It didn’t work. Something was wrong... so very wrong.
YOU’VE BEEN THUNDERSTRUCK! -
Cosmictoaster - Team Instinct King - artist - writer - always trying his best.
I dare staff to vandalize me, huehue.
i gotchu - orion
bet - tikki
I dare staff to vandalize me, huehue.
i gotchu - orion
bet - tikki