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Post by Michael Crevan on Dec 26, 2017 11:07:06 GMT
Michael’s stomach grumbled to him loudly as he quietly trod across the forest floor. His little paws barely made an imprint in the soil as he made his way to his favourite hunting space. On his way, he heard the soft twitter of a bird above him, which was returned by a few loud eager tweets. His ears twitched and his eyes widened. A fox grin made it onto his face and his ears sought the sound. His pace picked up a little and he stood at the base of a tree that held what seemed to be chicks and a mum. His tail swayed side to side as he tried to look for something he could do to chase them out of their tree. He spotted a fallen tree and he perked up again. He trotted over to it and leaped up onto it. He began to walk up on the slop but then stopped when he realised it didn’t get far enough as it was leaning on the tree next to the one he was trying to get into. Michael glanced down to see if the jump was worth the risk, but the height almost made his head spin. His claws dug into the dead tree and his breathing became a little more ragged.
With that in mind, he made his way down, leaping down to the soft ground when it was safe. Now, Michael’s hunger was back in full force and he wanted to eat those birds. A million ideas ran through his head, most about shifting back but he knew that in his other form he was more clumsy and less likely to catch his meal. He wondered if he should attempt to catch a mouse instead as it would be much easier. He was jogged out of his thinking by a loud crunch and his fur stood on its end. He quickly turned around, positioning himself to be able to run at a moments notice. If it turned out to be a human, then he was going to run but if it was another fox then he would try to convince it to help him. Two brains were better than one, even if one of them was a full animal without the intelligence of a werebeast, such as him. The crunches became louder, and he tilted his head to side, trying to figure out what it was by it’s footsteps.
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Post by Killian Cruz on Dec 28, 2017 0:07:05 GMT
He needed to blow off some steam. The panther stared up at a tall rock formation in front of him. It wouldn’t take much to scramble up them but that also risked him falling too. He didn’t have human hands right now to grip things. Claws didn’t do as well in stone. His tail twitched behind him as yellow eyes stared. ”you got away this time, vermin.” he hissed. Ear flattened to his large black skull before turning his body and lowering his head, skulking away.
So that little hunting session didn’t work out and he was still feeling quite the pent-up rage that settled deep in his bones… shoot even the tips of his fur felt like it had nerve endings. He couldn’t help but feel a bit bitter.
The last encounter with his kitten, Lucia, hadn’t been one he was proud to admit to. It was one where he had been denied of their usual carnal pleasures. It stung and of course, it stung, even more, having it come from her. So he allowed himself to revel in his feline side and he needed to put as many miles between him and her. It wasn’t all that bad though, it felt good to be in a different skin than his usual fragile human one. When he was in this form he always felt electrified. His shoulders shifted effortlessly beneath his black coat as the large cat glided along. His large paws were padding the earth with loud thuds not really attempting to be very silent. Round ears sitting tall on his skull as he breathes in scents of his surroundings.
That was when he caught the smell of a smaller creature lingering around. He became much more aware of his surroundings and started to follow after it. Once coming in closer, he hunkered down a bit, his paws being pressed to earth now with more care. That was when he spotted the small fox and for a moment he lowered to the ground and then pushed with his hind legs into the air purposefully missing and landing off to the side of him. The cat is the playful species was looking more for a reaction rather than a true hunt. His whiskers pushed forwards as a soft sounding purr came from him. ”Well hello there, little fox.” His tail twitched behind him as claws unsheathed and scraped idly on the ground. He could tell it wasn’t a wild fox. The smell of human clung to all werebeasts unfortunately. ”you look a little perplexed. Get yourself into a jam?” Michael Crevan
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Post by Michael Crevan on Dec 28, 2017 12:20:08 GMT
In a moment too late, Michael recognized the footsteps as something much bigger and scarier than him. All of his muscles tenses as he watched a giant black cat leap out at him. He didn't have the time to move out of the way of the giant force and instead just watched it come closer and closer. He barely felt any relief as the panther landed right beside him, instead, he felt a bubbling fury and fear. He made high pitched gekkering sounds at the big cat, his ears flat against his head and his tail curled around his legs. He slowly calmed down his breathing as he realised it was obviously a werebeast. It didn't make him much less in danger, but it meant he was probably less likely to be eaten.
He took a step backwards, closing his mouth and not allowing all the frightened and angry words spill from his snout as the other werebeast began to purr. When the big cat spoke, Michael just shook his head as he grasped for something to say. "I guess you could say so. I'm just a little perplexed as to why a panther 10 times my size decided it would be fun to scare the living daylights out of me." He hissed telepathically, his heart hammering in his ears. His ears slowly perked up again and his tail unwrapped itself as he leapt onto the nearby tree, wanting to get the higher vantage point if the panther decided to eat him.
He had noticed that the cat had looked quite playful- but to a fox who worried too much, it was quite scary. Michael decided to himself if this werepanther wanted a fight, he would give him a fight...but he would do it while he had the upper hand. His heart was slowing down to a normal rate but he refused to take his eyes away from the bigger predator.
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Post by Killian Cruz on Dec 28, 2017 19:34:14 GMT
Looks were definitely deceiving because even as big as he was compared to the tiny fox he certainly meant him no harm. His tail twitched as he watched him with a keen predator gaze, round ears pushed forward on his skull as the fox seemed to be nervously chattering at him. If he could smile he probably would have so instead he settled with a soft chuckle as the small little companion finally calmed enough to speak. He lifted his head to straighten out his posture as light and elegant as ever, one ear twitching backward.
”Well It could have been worse, I could have landed on you.” he said. ”so there’s a positive.” He wasn’t really sure why he was in such a mischevious mood. Well, he knew part of it but when he was in cat form the feeling of causing some trouble was always at its strongest. ”Be thankful I was looking to scare you and not eat you.” His whiskered pursed again as he lifted his head up more looking almost proud of his accomplishment. He could tell by the voice and the mere look of the fox in front of him, he was a youngin. That was a first. Most people he had met not including just werebeasts he had met were older than him. He was only 24 but this fox still had that scrawny kit look. All legs and not enough fluff. The odds were making him feel even more confident in this little meeting. However, to allow the fox to feel a little more secure in his own skin, he lowered himself to the ground to where his belly laid flat on the ground.
”But don’t get your tail in a twist… lucky for you I’m not hungry at the moment.” he teased. Eating another werebeast was not high on his menu of tasty meals. He did have to say immortals and the like had quite the savoring flavor. ”You don’t look like you could fill me up adequately enough anyways. I would have to plump you up first.” Another jesting prod at him. Yellow eyes fixated on him for a moment. ”So really what are you doing out here?”
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Post by Michael Crevan on Dec 29, 2017 1:49:17 GMT
Michael could see that the cat was provoking him on purpose. Perhaps it wanted some sort of violent reaction from the fox, but he was too frightened to do that. The very thought of being thankful to the panther made him angry so he didn't say anything, just flicked his tail in annoyance. He was still hungry but he didn't think he'd be able to hunt well with a strange predator nearby, especially one as entitled as this one. It might steal his well-earned meal! Michael began to think some unsavoury things about the panther, quietly watching as the big cat settled onto the ground.
The black fox's eyes narrowed when the panther spoke again, obviously teasing Michael. He settled on the branch, tail now wrapped around his paws. "Yes, my fur would be a bit too fluffy and my bones a bit too crunchy." He replied sarcastically, looking as peturbed as a fox could look. He glanced away as the panther asked after his business. "What am I really doing here? I could ask you the same thing." He said instead of an answer, his eyes drifting upwards to the nest of birds. "I was hunting. The birds up there. I haven't learned how to scale a tree yet so...yeah. I was trying to fatten myself up so you could eat me."
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Post by Killian Cruz on Dec 29, 2017 5:01:26 GMT
The large feline wasn’t the least bit perturbed by the fact the fox had some snark on him actually he kind of enjoyed the sass. His enjoyment was clearly reflected by the sound of a purr as he stretched out his front paws and dug his claws into the earth below them. ”Oooh, Someone’s showing their backbone.” not even knowing this kid he was already beginning to like him. ”Good. You’ll need it out here. You aren’t too careful they will snatch you up too like they had me.” Since his appearance to the smaller creature his ears finally flattened to his large skull and the ridge of fur on his neck spiked a little. He didn’t like dwelling on such things but he didn’t want to see this little fox get eaten alive by those malicious people either. The underworld of a black market was nothing anyone should have to see. He had been branded for life with a simple tattoo on his wrist stating he was property. Anyone who sees that mark knows just what kind of sins he had committed. Perhaps that was why he was so carefree in this form. No one could see the tattoo he tried to hide beneath the plush black fur.
Yellow eyes shifted as he spoke about a birds nest and not quite learning how to climb trees. His last bit of comment caused him to chuckle. ”You take things far too seriously, lighten up a little.” with that the large cat lifted to his feet and stepped lightly on his paws towards the tree. Lowering himself a little with a wiggle of his rear he soon hoisted himself up onto the tree, claws digging into the bark. Pushing himself up with his back legs with some hopping and hugging the tree he finally made his way to a branch, from there it was much easier to get to where he was going. The birds clearly didn’t like the idea of the big predator being near their nest and zipped around chattering at him just as angry as the fox did one was even brave enough to dive bomb. ’Which you prefer? A bird or an egg?” He supposed he should be nice since he scared the skin off of him.
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Post by Michael Crevan on Dec 29, 2017 6:04:24 GMT
Michael would have rolled his eyes at the big cat if possible, instead, he just pretended to ignore him, although he was watching him closely. As the panther stood up, Michael watched curiously as he went to the tree and began to climb it. He sagged, annoyed for mentioning that the birds were there. Now the big cat would eat Michael’s lunch and Michael would have to eat a mouse or something. He knew that it was odd, but he much preferred birds to mice. He guessed it was just that he had eaten so many when he was younger. He just got sick of them. Birds, however, were only eaten on rare occasions when Aunt Marissa could catch them. Michael caught them even less frequently than she did. His favourite foods, lizards and cherries, didn’t grow in abundance in the area so he got them even less frequently.
He took his eyes off the panther, deciding that if he was going to eat Michael’s decided prey than he didn’t deserve any attention while doing it. He jolted his head back to the climbing cat, his eyes wide and wondering if what he had heard was true. Was the panther truly offering him food? Michael quickly replied, not wanting to waste an opportunity for a bird. “Ah- err a bird. Please.” He felt truly puzzled at the actions of the panther, wondering if maybe he felt bad for scaring him but that didn’t make sense. He hadn’t seemed remorseful in the least.
“Why are you doing this- not that you shouldn’t…but why?” He asked.
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Post by Killian Cruz on Jan 5, 2018 2:43:41 GMT
Teasing and being playful could only be accepted by those few who knew him well enough to know he meant no harm by it. This fox obviously didn’t know him well and so what Killian thought of as jesting the poor boy was probably seen as nothing more but obnoxious to the fox. That was okay though. The large feline didn’t go out to make himself liked by all he had come a crossed even though he did a good job at it anyway. Feeling slightly guilty for poking fun, the large feline hoisted himself up the tree and moved from branch to branch with ease. Claws dug into the bark as tail stiffened and leveled his balance. Muscles bunched under his thick dark coat as he awaited an answer. The voice that came to his round ears caused them to twitch only the slightest and give acknowledgment he heard the request. The surprise from the tiny mammal was something that would have caused a reckless smile of abandon to form on human lips but since it was impossible in cat form the most he could do was give a soft pleased purr.
Of course, he would pick a bird. The chittering angry feathered pests bounced around on higher branches and zipped back and forth. It would take some calculating in order to get one but he was sure he could manage…. As long as he didn’t fall in the process. He attempted to make some kind of order of the bird's movements as they angrily tweeted at him for being so close to the next, he heard the next round of words come from below. ”The real question is ‘why not’.” He knew what it was like to be hungry and have absolutely nothing to eat. He lived that life but the only difference for that was he was ‘owned’. His many guardians took poor care of him and if it hadn’t been for those kind strangers he came a crossed now and then he probably wouldn’t have been so lucky.
Pleased with himself now he hunkered down as he watched the birds zip awaiting for that one fatal mistake of landing too confidently too and too close before snatching it up. He caught the bird by the winging and it flapped helplessly as it pecked at his jaws. He, however, was only breaking the poor things wing and then bringing it back down for the fox to hunt after. No sense in killing it for him too. Once low enough he dropped the bird to the ground, ”All yours.” he said and then made his way onto the earth himself landing with a thud. ”So then Fox… what’s your name?”
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Post by Michael Crevan on Jan 6, 2018 2:53:20 GMT
Michael tilted his head, blinking as if to make himself think faster. He honestly did not know why the panther was doing what he was doing. Maybe he really was doing it out of some sort of guilt? The fox didn't respond to the question, instead, just watching quietly as the large feline dropped the bird onto the ground. It wasn't injured enough to warrant the lack of moment, so Michael attributed that to the shock of being in the maw of a giant black cat and then dropped to the forest flow. He gathered his muscles and leapt down from the branch. He landed right in front of the bird and it chirped weakly before he bit down on it's neck, quickly snapping it.
He looked up, answering slowly. "I'm Michael," he responded, grabbing the bird with his mouth and having a good chew on it. The bones crunched underneath his teeth easily and he enjoyed the taste. It was then that he realised he hadn't asked for the panther's name in return. "Who are you?" he asked, biting into the bird. It was bigger than he thought it would be and he was pleased. He was no stranger to eating food that others had hunted for him due to his aunt's mothering nature but he much prefered it freshly caught. This was the best way to eat a meal.
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Post by Killian Cruz on Jan 11, 2018 14:02:56 GMT
He could tell the fox wasn’t a big fan of him. He supposed that was okay even if he really didn’t mean any harm. Standing there for a moment as the fox went leaping after the bird, he allowed his rump to flop to the earth below him. Ears twitched at the sound of his name and he gave a pleased gurgle, tail moving behind him. ”Pleased to meet you, Michael.” he said as charming as ever. The following question was one he prepared to hear. Besides wasn’t that how conversations worked? He had to admit it had been quite awhile since he had talked to someone other than his Fairy and mate Djinn or of course his kitten Lucia. The others had eventually all fallen off the map just as he expected this little Fox now named Michael to do. This would probably be the first and only time he sees him. He watched quietly as michael started to devour, his stomach quietly clenching. He supposed he should have caught one for himself too. Oh well.. SHoulda, coulda, woulda.
”Curious and please don’t find it rude but if you don’t know how to hunt for birds… then why are you out here alone?” the panthers head tipped a bit. If he were truly alone he supposed his inner carnivore could take over and tear the little fox to shreds but that would be kind of like murder, right? He was a shifter after all. Humans don’t -- or at least not supposed to --- kill other humans. His ears flipped backwards for a moment as he stared at him in thought awaiting an answer.
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Post by Michael Crevan on Jan 12, 2018 9:34:08 GMT
Michael chewed a little slower, his eyes suspicious as the panther didn't give him his name. His ears flicked towards the big cat and he kept silent after the question. He considered bargaining with the other werebeast, his name for Michael's reason for being there but he realised that there was barely anything for either of them to gain. Swallowing down the bird slowly, he finally answered, "There are different ways to hunt birds and I can only learn things by trying them." His tail swished as he considered how much he should tell the older werebeast. There was a fine line between saying too much and saying too little. He had learned that from some of the elders in the pack, and they way that they interacted with the other adults. It was intriguing to watch the social dance of conversation.
He took another bite of the bird, this time crunching into where the organs lay. He ate it quietly before lifting his head to sniff at the wind. As it was, there was still the faint scent of his pack's land, and he relaxed a little. If he was attacked, someone would hear it or find his body. Even if he didn't get rescued from the jaws of the beast, at least he would be avenged. It wouldn't be worth killing and eating him, the panther would be hunted down and killed for Michael's murder. This pacified him greatly and his sat down properly. "I'm not sure if you can smell it but by pack's border are close nearby anyway. If anyone attacked me they would know about it soon enough." The words had an undercurrent of warning to them but it was said happily enough that the bigger predator might not have gotten the meaning. He knew that things could happen to him whether he was inside the border or out, so straying a little further out to find a more abundance of prey didn't bother him.
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