The Dying Light
Gambler
Marauder
09-17-2021, 05:44 AM
A chilly breeze tickled at his coat as he stood within the shadows. Thanking the heavens that he could easily camouflage himself, it wasn't long before a squirrel started to skitter down a trunk of a nearby tree. His eyes turned toward the small rodent as it came closer and closer to the ground. Lowering his body so that he practically was hovering, he stretched his toes, readying to pounce. Licking his lips, he went to move, but a noise startled the squirrel and before he could finish his attack, it was gone. Standing up and looking around, Gilgamesh's yellowed gaze met one similar to his, but softer and more golden. Flattening his ears and curling his lips, a low rumble emitted from his throat. How had he not noticed her before? Huffing, he shook his head. Turning to face her more head-on, Gil stepped out from the shadows he had been hiding in. Noticing how her coat gleamed in the dying light of a lowering sun, he was curious why she was just staring at him. "Is there a problem?" He called out, taking a few steps closer to her. With one ear still half down and the other pressed forward to listen, he was curious but still agitated. How could she ruin his snack like that? If he had been a wolf of words, he probably would have threatened her by now. But his body language was enough of an indicator of how he felt. |
gilgamesh is aggressive, don't trust him