the heart and the blood 《 》 capture

[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

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Hum-dee-hum. The beast was enjoying the fresh air, maw parted to taste the sweet scent of nature after it had rained. The light illuminated his muscles, his face, the whiskers from his muzzle. Highlighting his optics and turning them almost glowing. After a while he started feeling playful, so lay down in the grass and started batting at the air, laughing softly at himself.

A noise, drew the male's attention, and he stopped moving and turned around. Soft sing-song reached his ears slowly, and he felt a smile carve his lips. New prey. Beautiful. He crouched down in wait, optics brightening as he saw a pretty animal stroll past, a beautiful sword that looked like it would hurt hanging from her hips. For a moment she shifted as if she sensed something, him, but he made no move to show up, instead tasting the air to detect where she came from. Tanglewood.

Dragonfly-ish wings spread as the femme stretched, Jor smelt drunkness on her breath. They looked so fucking delicate and beautiful and would look perfect as an accessory. Easy target.
And he was angry. Angry that Romulus had shouted at him after he followed after Sojourn, killing a Typhoon member, and he really wanted to take his anger out on somebody small, easy.
She shifted again, he froze, she continued singing about some queen and stopped, still dazed off of the high, and the panther took his chance and leapt, claws outstretched, making as much noise as possible in attempts to briefly deafen her.

Didn't matter if it worked, he'd attempt to pin her down in one swift motion, snapping his jaws around the band that attached the sword to her waist and ripping it to shreds, kicking the weapon away so it wouldn't hurt him should she try to dumbly retaliate. Ohh was he going to get into trouble for this, but who cares? Her large eyes, blurred from the alcohol, reflected the light as she looked back at him, short breaths coming out in pants.

#psychosocial.