11-10-2020, 07:12 PM
The tigress had experience with vampires, given both Michael and Diya had such a mutation as well as a few other crewmates she'd known in the past, but she personally honestly didn't know much about the whole thing besides sometimes they craved blood instead of meat. A little weird, but not the most brutal thing so long as they weren't going after their crewmates or harming the flow of prey.
Snakes, however, were quite offensive to the tigress. Simply living in their jungles and on the beaches was a fact of life, and she would not disturb them if they would not disturb her, but she despised the creatures. She did not trust them, did not want to be near them, did not want to see any of her crewmates within close proximity of them. Even Michael simply being a snake through shifting was enough to make her quietly uncomfortable. They were deceitful, violent, and hurt with the intent to do so. One snake, in particular, is someone she'd been hunting for a full year now. But, she wouldn't know of the current python's encounter today, only being drawn in by the sight of Michael stopped in the middle of the foliage.
"Oh, gross," the tigress would state, nose wrinkling up at the sight of the corpse. Michael seemed displeased too, although for slightly different reasons, obviously, considering the fondness he seemed to hold for the rodents. She knew they were smart and could make good companions, but she personally wasn't all that interested in them in such a way. She shakes her head, thinking a bit further about the display in front of them. It likely wasn't a feral jaguar or anything of the sort - rats are too small for them to just want to leave on the ground instead of eat in one sitting. "Maybe a bird, although it's unusual for 'em t' leave their prey in the middle o' the ground, rather than in a nest." The female would offer as a half-explanation.
Snakes, however, were quite offensive to the tigress. Simply living in their jungles and on the beaches was a fact of life, and she would not disturb them if they would not disturb her, but she despised the creatures. She did not trust them, did not want to be near them, did not want to see any of her crewmates within close proximity of them. Even Michael simply being a snake through shifting was enough to make her quietly uncomfortable. They were deceitful, violent, and hurt with the intent to do so. One snake, in particular, is someone she'd been hunting for a full year now. But, she wouldn't know of the current python's encounter today, only being drawn in by the sight of Michael stopped in the middle of the foliage.
"Oh, gross," the tigress would state, nose wrinkling up at the sight of the corpse. Michael seemed displeased too, although for slightly different reasons, obviously, considering the fondness he seemed to hold for the rodents. She knew they were smart and could make good companions, but she personally wasn't all that interested in them in such a way. She shakes her head, thinking a bit further about the display in front of them. It likely wasn't a feral jaguar or anything of the sort - rats are too small for them to just want to leave on the ground instead of eat in one sitting. "Maybe a bird, although it's unusual for 'em t' leave their prey in the middle o' the ground, rather than in a nest." The female would offer as a half-explanation.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.