Weakness Is Punished.

Peace.

It has been a while since the male had the pleasure of being by himself, within his own tainted thoughts and imagination. How pleasurable it was, and could be to be left to ones own thoughts, perhaps it was time to sink into a deep slumber and enjoy the confines of his new home and it's solitude.

Paws slowly slide out in front of him, his claws sliding noisily against the stone as he rests his body against the side of one of the stalagmites, his breathing becomes deep and rested as his eyes slowly sink shut. Easily his mind floated away in the mists of his daydream, his body leaning more and more upon the uprising stone until he caught the rhythm of something encroaching upon his newly marked territory. Property making it's way here already, eh? His thoughts where faint as he rose quietly from the ground, rolling his shoulders under his flesh as the creature turns and starts to pad toward the direction of the noise.

Unlevel. His thoughts probe him, something that was approaching was not sound of body, whoever it was, was indeed limping, perhaps this is something he could take advantage of. Growing nearer to the source the man narrows his eyes, the scent familiar and striking the memory of a rabbit into his mind. Something weak comes this way, his mind echoes before he turns the corner to the corner and comes nose to nose with Misha.

The man's brow draws downward as he regards her the way a leopard regards an impale. He watches her, circling slowly about the female as he flicks his ears toward her until he is somewhere by her left side.Then he surges forward, paws pressing into the ground as haunches rocket him forward, his chest attempting to rise above her back, his front forelegs slashing downward and his jaws snapping at her scruff as he attempts to pin the woman down to the ground by her shoulders.

"Wh-at is this, we do see?"The creature questions, his brow still drawn together in frustration at having his markers so rudely bypassed without a seconds thought, she didn't even take the time to lay her own over his in challenge, perhaps she didn't want to fight? That thought would be secondary, as he blinks. If he did pin her her would keep his weight as is, taking no more movement to render any type of punishment upon her body.


"Speech"
'thoughts'