The Sunspire Tried to do[m]esticate you

marked mature for mature discussion of assault etc.

Takeshi had caught himself a fish among the streams of the mountains, something medium that was good enough for him. He picked it apart, little bones snapping, devouring the meat until he had his fill. A couple of scales and a touch of blood still clung to his lips, but he swiped over with a tongue, clearing most of it away. He tossed what remained of his meal back into the stream, and then continued onward, following its path down stony slopes.