Ankyra Sound thinking of my hometown

i am not a threat

not a threat not a threat not a threat

this is what her body language says to him upon her approach and he vets her thoroughly, lapis lazuli eyes rapidly assessing her for any signs of manipulation. of lies. he sees none and though scarab does not let his guard down, never never never lets it down he is, for the moment, appeased.

salmon pink tongue presses against his teeth, catching on sharpened canines and snakes out to draw across his jowls. she doesn't speak. a relief relief relief. the last two ...they spoke. chattering at him like restless bees buzzing 'round his ears. he sniffs at the air, drawing it in; tasting it. she doesn't smell like she belongs to anything. not anyone. alone alone alone.

scarab doesn't bother speaking, knows his vocal chords and tongue and mouth will not work in coordination with his brain aside from basic, primal sounds; connection interrupted. severed severed severed. a ghost of a step is taken; cautious ...if she allows him to, he will draw nearer to sniff at her cheek ...just to ascertain that there will be no unexpected guests. well, none more than he can handle. one on one seemed almost overwhelming enough these days.