CW: Cannibalistic thoughts
An ear curved at the sound of her words and in response a chortle of his own responded in kind. "Proper," he mused with a laugh, "Proper, proper, proper..." The words slipped through his teeth with ease as he played with the sound of them. "What is 'proper'?" The other voice inside of him asked, head tilting to his side as a tight-lipped smile spread along the lines of his mouth.
Vargulf cared little for the answer, however. In fact, it was merely spoken haphazardly as the instincts within himself battled against his own hunger. A decision he'd ultimately have to make and one he was finding oddly difficult to commit to.
Was he hungry? Or was he Hungry?
Ultimately, Vargulf would not uncover the answer just yet.
Instead, his attention would be pulled towards a place deep within the cave. A scent. A smell, one that Odette had claimed there was. The beast sniffed, his chin arching to the sky as his head wobbled from side to side.
At first, he smelled nothing, and the tiny voice that lived inside him brightened with a carnivorous desire. But then--there it was.
Was it food?
Rats or bats?
Maybe even mice?
The beast's spirits lifted, and as such, the unsuspecting girl had granted herself a few more hours--perhaps more. "Vargulf smells it," he said, "Princess will find it, yes?"
An ear curved at the sound of her words and in response a chortle of his own responded in kind. "Proper," he mused with a laugh, "Proper, proper, proper..." The words slipped through his teeth with ease as he played with the sound of them. "What is 'proper'?" The other voice inside of him asked, head tilting to his side as a tight-lipped smile spread along the lines of his mouth.
Vargulf cared little for the answer, however. In fact, it was merely spoken haphazardly as the instincts within himself battled against his own hunger. A decision he'd ultimately have to make and one he was finding oddly difficult to commit to.
Was he hungry? Or was he Hungry?
Ultimately, Vargulf would not uncover the answer just yet.
Instead, his attention would be pulled towards a place deep within the cave. A scent. A smell, one that Odette had claimed there was. The beast sniffed, his chin arching to the sky as his head wobbled from side to side.
At first, he smelled nothing, and the tiny voice that lived inside him brightened with a carnivorous desire. But then--there it was.
Was it food?
Rats or bats?
Maybe even mice?
The beast's spirits lifted, and as such, the unsuspecting girl had granted herself a few more hours--perhaps more. "Vargulf smells it," he said, "Princess will find it, yes?"