one more to the chest, and I'm alone
Viper!
thinking "speech" "others" ooc. set before his predator fight with Mortis! In a pinch, the man knew that a sturdy seashell made an excellent scraper for hides. In a bid to diminish the resources wasted so they could treat their new hides, he was coming the beach for discarded scallop and mussel shells. The edges were sharp yet sturdy, and perfectly shaped for the task of pulling hair from a treated skin. Head low between muscular shoulders, he let his attention rove the dark sands in search of any pale colours standing out against the substrate. He already clutched a large scallop shell between his teeth, taking care not to clench his jaw too hard and crush it by accident. Something especially shiny caught his eye, and he paused to slowly unearth it with the side of his paw. It revealed itself to be a large glass jar, half full of sand and a bit scratched up, but otherwise perfectly intact. There was no lid to be found, but he would take what he could get. They could just cover it with a waterproof skin and bind it shut with twine if it needed to be kept shut. The mouth wasn't quite wide enough to fit his scallop into for carrying, so he opted to roll it a ways up the beach and away from the tide's grasp. He set the shell beside it, and plodded down the beach to resume his search. Despite spotting plenty of shells, most of them ended up being shattered crab carapaces. He discarded them with a flick of his wrist, and often let them skitter into the waves to be tossed around. The next carapace he stumbled onto happened to still be occupied, though he quickly dispatched the feisty critter with a careful swat of his paw and crunched it between his jaws. Looked like it was time for a snack before he got back to his search. Settling down beside his jar and his shells, he started to pick apart his meal. |
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Viper didn't really care much for beaches, she much rather preferred red meat over fish. But she was also used to the oceans since she lived on an island. Either way, a little dirt, or a little salt water certainly didn't bother her. If anything, she was just freeing her mind and getting her thoughts off Chimera for a moment.
That was easy once she saw a familiar face in the distance. She didn't know many wolves, especially since she moved in with Chimera. Her face didn't light up or anything, but she felt more obligated to approach the man than feel a dread of meeting someone new.
When she grew closer to him, she noticed the little snack he was working at and winced at the thought of whatever seafood creature in a shell he was eating. Fish she could deal with, but crabs, or anything in a shell, not so much. She hesitated even while being so close to him he may have already sensed her presence, but before she turned away she just let out a tough breath before moving around to the front of the man without a greeting. But for her, just acknowledging him was a greeting in itself. Even if that came off as rude or weird.
thinking "speech" "others" Sand shifting beneath paws, slowly approaching him, drew his attention away from the fatty meat of the crab between his paws. Cerulean eyes lifted to meet with the sea foam gaze of a familiar fae. A wry grin toyed at the edges of his maw, tail beating upon the loose substrate once, twice, and then stilling again. She paused a few feet in front of him, but said nothing. That's fine, there was little that the phoenix loved more than banter and teasing. He was perfectly happy to come out the gate swinging. "Afternoon, doll. Did you come by to beat me senseless one more time?" he teased around a mouthful of crab meat, then swallowed it down and ran a bright pink tongue over his jowls. Keen eyes caught the swell of her flanks, nearly masked from immediate notice by the way her armour draped over her body. One brow quirked as his eyes fixed upon her features once more. "Didn't strike me as the maternal type." he drawled casually, and dipped his head back down to pull one of the crunchy legs free of the crabs body. He wondered what kind of man might have claimed her heart, given her decidedly stoic and obtuse nature. Perhaps she was something else entirely beyond the surface level, and was extremely skilled at hiding her core personality and values from onlookers. |
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