02-01-2023, 10:25 PM
content warning: sexual themes, violent thoughts, very vague allusions to bartering sex
He growled as she neared, and she didn't miss the way his nostrils flared just before he did. This wasn't her first walk around the block, though circumstances had been different in the past, and she hadn't been in heat. Bird fought the instinct to bolt, initiate a courtship in the form of play, a game of cat and mouse. It was one of her favorite games, one she normally approached with a boisterousness nearly bruised and beaten out of her by tragedy. In this case, she stood her ground, nervousness at approaching a stranger bolstered by his wagging tail. She was close enough to grab the hare, the scent as thick as her own in her nose.
Beat the snot out of 'im. Encouraged her past selves, but the Wasteland Queen was no more. She was just Bird again, nothing more than some vague shape of a flying creature that was more feathers than substance. She'd thought she was capable of being capable of something more than flight, but that had been proven wrong.
Her name fit her, and as such, and considering there was no gang of ruffians united by her energetic leadership to back her up, Bird didn't even try to steal the hare so close to her hungry maw. Instead, she let her ears lower fully, lapped at her nose shyly. "Bird." She said, suddenly glad it wasn't a fat grouse in his mouth lest he mistake her name for a demand. "And you?"
He growled as she neared, and she didn't miss the way his nostrils flared just before he did. This wasn't her first walk around the block, though circumstances had been different in the past, and she hadn't been in heat. Bird fought the instinct to bolt, initiate a courtship in the form of play, a game of cat and mouse. It was one of her favorite games, one she normally approached with a boisterousness nearly bruised and beaten out of her by tragedy. In this case, she stood her ground, nervousness at approaching a stranger bolstered by his wagging tail. She was close enough to grab the hare, the scent as thick as her own in her nose.
Beat the snot out of 'im. Encouraged her past selves, but the Wasteland Queen was no more. She was just Bird again, nothing more than some vague shape of a flying creature that was more feathers than substance. She'd thought she was capable of being capable of something more than flight, but that had been proven wrong.
Her name fit her, and as such, and considering there was no gang of ruffians united by her energetic leadership to back her up, Bird didn't even try to steal the hare so close to her hungry maw. Instead, she let her ears lower fully, lapped at her nose shyly. "Bird." She said, suddenly glad it wasn't a fat grouse in his mouth lest he mistake her name for a demand. "And you?"