Moonspear and there's blood on your hands

set the night of this thread

cool. yes. cool. okay. sweet. he could do it. this was fine. all was swell. 

terance was on his way to do something crazy-- but was it that crazy? he'd done this numerous times before and every time it failed. he failed. what made tonight so different? alya claimed it was his approach-- he had to be... douchier, apparently. which, fine, he could totally do that, but on lyra? it felt weird. but, if it worked he wouldn't complain-- he'd been too down about this for too long. 

he held a rabbit in his jaws... because alya told him to kill for her and he really didn't have some one to kill. he'd tried to kill a bear once, though he wasn't sure that counted-- it'd almost killed him. but he thought this would be enough... it had to be enough. this had to work.

"terance!" he heard the call, "you up for a night-time patrol?" he swung around to see the handsome face of @Rannoch, his tail flicking. couldn't he see he was clearly in a rush? "not tonight," he said through the rabbit, ears cupped forward. oof, well that demanded some sort of explanation. had terance ever brought lyra up to rannoch? he couldn't remember. slowly, he dropped the carcass and looked back up to rannoch-- he could spare some time. he shuffled, kind of embarrassed-- suddenly. "did i ever tell you, i've kind of got a thing for... uh... lyra."