HELL OF A YEAR ☆ o, first hunt

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

At this point, Cleopatra's words slipped harmlessly over Fraggle's back, and he just shook his head at her, not offering any kind of response to her words. He didn't see a reason to response, knowing that what really pissed someone so insufferable off was being entirely ignored.

Instead, the boy focused his attention on Sethiram, a soft laugh leaving him before he spoke, "You really think so? I suppose lions do grow up pretty fast. I mean, I'm already so much taller than I was in my rabbit body. Although, I still prefer that one when I'm just walking around... it's easier to avoid bumping into people that way." Plus, being in his rabbit body just felt more... natural, to him. It was his birth form, after all, and something about his lion body held a very uncomfortable sort of familiarity to it. Like he knew the body well, but he also felt as though something was wrong when he was in it. He shook his head of those thoughts, not wanting to focus on the uncomfortable feeling. Instead he just spoke with a smile, "I can't wait until I'm big enough to take on something like... a deer. That could feed a bunch of us for a few days." By that point, though, he'd probably need a lot more food than he did currently.

☆ — what of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?