[ The words don't quite penetrate. His body stays rigid and his eyes follow Olivine, something between a growl and a tired whimper emanates from him.
Priest. The man looks like a priest. Was that safe? Had Basch hurt someone and this man was here for revenge? He seemed calm, but the hunters knew how to lure their pray.
He whines, scrabbling back against the earthen basin he's in, skin scraping against stone and bark. His limbs don't work the way he expects, and the pain surges through him again. He cradles his face in his hands, shaking his head. This wasn't right. He was -- he had been a man much longer than a wolf.
A man who had sworn to protect others. ]
Stay...back... [ He rasps, the words a little soft, like his tongue is numb. But his hands are still padded, his nails still claws, and he can feel too-sharp teeth. He doesn't know if instincts will take over. He whines again. He doesn't want to kill this man, not yet anyway. ]
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Date: 2024-03-08 06:52 pm (UTC)Priest. The man looks like a priest. Was that safe? Had Basch hurt someone and this man was here for revenge? He seemed calm, but the hunters knew how to lure their pray.
He whines, scrabbling back against the earthen basin he's in, skin scraping against stone and bark. His limbs don't work the way he expects, and the pain surges through him again. He cradles his face in his hands, shaking his head. This wasn't right. He was -- he had been a man much longer than a wolf.
A man who had sworn to protect others. ]
Stay...back... [ He rasps, the words a little soft, like his tongue is numb. But his hands are still padded, his nails still claws, and he can feel too-sharp teeth. He doesn't know if instincts will take over. He whines again. He doesn't want to kill this man, not yet anyway. ]