January 24, 2016, 06:45 AM
Somewhere in the wild darkness of his aggressive mind, there was a spark. A spark of something other than instinct. It was like a very faint voice calling out to him — it was trying to soothe him. Trying to remind him that there was such a thing as thinking things through, talking things out; treating the person before him as if she were indeed a person, with personality and opinion and the potential to unsheathe her fangs.
But that voice was nothing compared to his savage instinct, and it was stifled quickly. This stranger had approached him while he was eating, and she wasn't leaving. The only reason why Noctura didn't outright attack her now was that he had to guard his food — there was a possibility she had a companion in the undergrowth downwind who would leap out and grab the rabbits once he was distracted.
The female's growl was more clever than his — hers had tact and messaging. Noctura's was simply violent, very deep and loud, a mindless storm.
But that voice was nothing compared to his savage instinct, and it was stifled quickly. This stranger had approached him while he was eating, and she wasn't leaving. The only reason why Noctura didn't outright attack her now was that he had to guard his food — there was a possibility she had a companion in the undergrowth downwind who would leap out and grab the rabbits once he was distracted.
The female's growl was more clever than his — hers had tact and messaging. Noctura's was simply violent, very deep and loud, a mindless storm.
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bloody contemplation - by Noctura - January 21, 2016, 11:14 AM
RE: bloody contemplation - by Indigo - January 21, 2016, 03:55 PM
RE: bloody contemplation - by Noctura - January 22, 2016, 04:51 AM
RE: bloody contemplation - by Indigo - January 23, 2016, 01:28 PM
RE: bloody contemplation - by Noctura - January 24, 2016, 06:45 AM