Pick what you need. Only what you need. Oh, Mother Zeivah, when would you stop haunting your daughter? Never. Creature didn't listen. She never listened to her mother. She hated that abusive bitch. Creature grew angry, popping one of the dried-out buds into her mouth. As she guessed it was unpleasant, but she chewed anyway. There had to be a better way of consuming these. Snow crunching behind her made her ears twist backward on their own accord as the slightly taller male approached. "Do you require help?"
Did she? She didn't know if she needed help or if she would be alright. Preacher would come for her soon, he always did. So, she did not need help. Or did she? She was lost, hungry, cold, and in a few moments she would be higher than a kite. Eating another bud, Creature chewed before she turned around. Only a little while now. For a moment, those blood-red eyes simply stared at him. She didn't say anything, just looked at him for a long moment. Her expression changed as if she might have something profound to say, but the only thing that came out was a simple, "No." He seemed like he knew she could attack him at any time, but she wasn't stupid.
Her stomach growled as she looked at him. It demanded she feed. There was food right there, just take it. 'Kill him. Feed. Yes?' Creature smiled for a moment, then it was gone. '...No, can't, not yet.' Oh, but she wanted to. Salivating a little at the thought of killing the male and eating his corpse, Creature gave a growl but didn't move. Preacher wasn't here to help her yet, but she would not wait long. The urge to hunt this male was strong, his pelt would be a pretty present for Preacher. He would make a nice coat. Eating another bud, Creature sat staring at the man. "Do you require help?" She asked, finally, parroting his question to him with blank tones. She didn't care, nor would she actually help him if he needed it. She only copied his words, not his goodwill.
Word count: 357 words. || "Talk." || 'Think.' || 'Hear.'
