Mudminnow River i am an anarchist; an anti-christ; an asterisk

The brute's ears twitch at the sound of another's approach past the rather gross wet sound of him enjoying his meal. His tail flicks as he lifts his head, catlike, though without the same precision of movement. A tiny, pale thing seems to be making a rather nervous backward retreat, cowering as he goes as if he'd stumbled on the devil himself in his own domain. Prometheus snorts, rising lazily and drawing himself up to his full height. He's amused, though one would never guess by looking at the mask of indifference he wears. His gaze lingers on the small boy, oblivious to his mutterings. He only watches for now, waiting to see what the spooked stranger's next move will be.