01-07-2020, 12:10 AM
Vathmos had kept her distance from the spider named Abathur. She had only passed by him every now and then, but some of his mannerisms shook her the wrong way. He called everyone subjects and- well, she didn't know much more about him outside of that. He didn't have any expressions and his movements were cold to her.
She reasoned, she could probably hurt him if he tried anything. He wouldn't be particularly appetizing to her, though. Vathmos guessed he was full of some sort of goop and she wretched at the thought. It didn't matter though. The taste of her own prey's blood filled her mouth as she dragged it along, creating more noise than she would like to. The doe's neck was in her mouth, most of its body draped over the hyena's back, legs dragging through the mud. This would feed her for the next day or two. While she knew about the freshkill back in the town, she wasn't ready to accept Tanglewood's charity.
She didn't want Snarl to think she was weak or needed help, either. Vathmos was strong, and everyone in Tanglewood needed to know that. She couldn't allow them to think she was desperate or low- she had to feed herself, fight for herself, and survive. That was the drive of life- the primal need to survive.
She wasn't ready to admit it was impossible alone, but perhaps coming back here proved she needed some kind of help.
Vathmos' teeth clenched on the doe as it moved on her back, keeping it in place. Pawsteps plit-platted against the mud, and she kept her focus towards the town. Her ears perked as she heard something drop nearby, turning her head in its direction. Someone pouncing, perhaps? Prey in her mouth, she moved towards the noise, watching that creepy spider cover his meal in silk.
She really, really, didn't want to interact with this guy. Maybe she could sneak away before he noticed.
She reasoned, she could probably hurt him if he tried anything. He wouldn't be particularly appetizing to her, though. Vathmos guessed he was full of some sort of goop and she wretched at the thought. It didn't matter though. The taste of her own prey's blood filled her mouth as she dragged it along, creating more noise than she would like to. The doe's neck was in her mouth, most of its body draped over the hyena's back, legs dragging through the mud. This would feed her for the next day or two. While she knew about the freshkill back in the town, she wasn't ready to accept Tanglewood's charity.
She didn't want Snarl to think she was weak or needed help, either. Vathmos was strong, and everyone in Tanglewood needed to know that. She couldn't allow them to think she was desperate or low- she had to feed herself, fight for herself, and survive. That was the drive of life- the primal need to survive.
She wasn't ready to admit it was impossible alone, but perhaps coming back here proved she needed some kind of help.
Vathmos' teeth clenched on the doe as it moved on her back, keeping it in place. Pawsteps plit-platted against the mud, and she kept her focus towards the town. Her ears perked as she heard something drop nearby, turning her head in its direction. Someone pouncing, perhaps? Prey in her mouth, she moved towards the noise, watching that creepy spider cover his meal in silk.
She really, really, didn't want to interact with this guy. Maybe she could sneak away before he noticed.
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