conniving minds
06-22-2013, 05:57 AM
The forest was an appropriate place for the scrawny male to live. The darkness taunted him, shadows whispering to him, spreading their tantalizing fingers toward him and beckoning. Tempting him. The creature obliged, barely any kind of muscle rippling beneath his tattered coat as he slide gladly into the darkness, letting it consume him and subdue him. A low growl bubbled up from within the beast's chest as the unfamiliar scent of another impinged on his nostrils. If it was not Newt, or her children, he couldn't be bothered today. And yet slender limbs carried him forth with startling speed, as though he was being pulled by an invisible force, one even he could not see nor control. Still the vicious sound poured from ashen lips, much less threatening than he realized, the voice hardly recognizable from that of a woman, or young boy's. He was once again growing fairly emaciated, finding it difficult to hunt for himself in the midst of winter, when prey was scarce -- and Newt seemed gone more often than not. Where was his beloved brother when he needed him? No! He shook his head, shaking his memories of the grey beast from his mind. Ears remained pinned flat against his skull as he crept, tail curled as usual beneath his hind legs, pressed tightly against his belly. His stance was peculiar, thoroughly submissive while also being fairly aggressive. ... especially as the sight of another creature passed into his vision. Eyelids narrowed over green eyes, his facade a mask of confusion and annoyance. "Intruder!" he snapped rather suddenly, slinking low to the earth and keeping himself a safe distance away, dare she try to strike him. But upon further inspect, and a gently twitch of his nose and he inhaled, he noted she smelled oddly of... Newt. Stance slackened ever so slightly, but he remained carefully guarded. "Nevermind," he spat then, tail flicking from its position against his stomach |
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