they lash out with ferocious force
Grïmmjow
01-25-2022, 07:06 PM
a hulk of a man shuffles his way through the dense woods, the mundane smell of prey seems to be more welcoming than foul stench of rotting carcasses like his previous home.. despite his desperation on finding somewhere he can actually call home and feel comfortable, he didn't really care where the wind took him. his paws ached from the endless journey, or what seemed like it.. finally what felt liked ages, grïmmjow came to an abrupt halt at the edge of a pond. his hardened gaze staring intensely into the water, watching as the fish below swim about. his claws sparkle in the morning light, blue eyes never left the visage of the aquatic creatures swimming around effortlessly, as if they weren't about to be eaten. in one swift motion the herculean dips his obsidian paw into the water, a smirk inching across his face once she felt his claws pierce the scaly flesh. blood instantly blossoms, turning the clear water a lovely bright red. he discards the fish on the ground beside her, body shifting to examine his lunch.
fish isn't his first pick when it comes to food, but he'd rather fill his empty belly than starving himself by being a picky bastard. grïmmjow presses his left paw into the side of the slimy creature, growling low as it attempts to flop about, which was quite annoying since the sudden movements made it hard to hold it down. it took a few seconds before he finally bit the head of the fish and he grimaces in distaste -- not quite a fan of the taste and texture of it. upon swallowing the bit that was in his mouth, grïmm sensed someone near by and immediately his head swivels in all directions until he finally caught sight of an equally large male. the heavily scarred man remains where he's seated, unsure if he should approach the man. when it came to other males, grïmmjow exhibited a god complex simply because he never wanted to feel inferior around another wolf of the same sex. so for now he watches the stranger from a distance, waiting to see if the male notices him.
"speech"
fish isn't his first pick when it comes to food, but he'd rather fill his empty belly than starving himself by being a picky bastard. grïmmjow presses his left paw into the side of the slimy creature, growling low as it attempts to flop about, which was quite annoying since the sudden movements made it hard to hold it down. it took a few seconds before he finally bit the head of the fish and he grimaces in distaste -- not quite a fan of the taste and texture of it. upon swallowing the bit that was in his mouth, grïmm sensed someone near by and immediately his head swivels in all directions until he finally caught sight of an equally large male. the heavily scarred man remains where he's seated, unsure if he should approach the man. when it came to other males, grïmmjow exhibited a god complex simply because he never wanted to feel inferior around another wolf of the same sex. so for now he watches the stranger from a distance, waiting to see if the male notices him.
"speech"