04-25-2021, 11:32 AM
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Ah blood, the sweet metallic scent that coated everything and masked anything that was needed to make things even easier and sometimes harder to avoid. The kitsune was attuned to the smell of blood for he normally wore it more often than not. The carrion birds, well corvids were helpful in this regard directing him to where the domestic feline was, it was the blood that drew him near. The fear scent was just an afterthought, taking his time to cross over towards where he could hear the seemingly attempts of sounds being made.
Normally he would have had his targets screaming with terror or fright whichever came first, that is if he was in the mood for a hunt. The mud and water, and even the weather itself did nothing to stop him or slow his movements, he moved slowly yes that was true, but some things were worth waiting for.
“You didn’t answer my question,” He started sounding upset with the lack of response, only hearing what he could assume was limited noises made accessible or allowed by perhaps previous injury. “Have we met before?” he asked in a soft mutter, narrowing his gaze unable to make out the figure that laid sprawled due to a twisted paw.
“Oi, get up.” Now growing impatient, not caring for the world that Aesior was hurt. There wasn’t an ounce of emotion in his voice, even if it was it would be almost too late for remorse to kick in. It was as if the kitsune was functioning without the presence of a soul or morality.
Normally he would have had his targets screaming with terror or fright whichever came first, that is if he was in the mood for a hunt. The mud and water, and even the weather itself did nothing to stop him or slow his movements, he moved slowly yes that was true, but some things were worth waiting for.
“You didn’t answer my question,” He started sounding upset with the lack of response, only hearing what he could assume was limited noises made accessible or allowed by perhaps previous injury. “Have we met before?” he asked in a soft mutter, narrowing his gaze unable to make out the figure that laid sprawled due to a twisted paw.
“Oi, get up.” Now growing impatient, not caring for the world that Aesior was hurt. There wasn’t an ounce of emotion in his voice, even if it was it would be almost too late for remorse to kick in. It was as if the kitsune was functioning without the presence of a soul or morality.
speaks in #eb00eb| kitsune | male