06-08-2024, 04:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-08-2024, 04:15 PM by KANEMARU.. Edited 1 time in total.)
AIKAWA KANEMARU.
While Meteor took a moment to eye Kanemaru, he did the exact same; swirling, golden eyes flickering over the elysian lion's hulking frame. Noticed the way he seemed to analyse the coyote, noticed the way he seemed to analyse him. That was interesting. Perhaps not as unintelligent as Kanemaru had assumed, then.
His fur bristled as the lion snapped at him, lips curled. Reliable tool, eh? He didn't think so. No privileges, no work; and they could figure out how to get him to work himself. They couldn't torture him, that much Kanemaru had already figured out himself; he couldn't work if he was weak, and if they wanted him to work like they seemed to, then that meant they had to keep him strong. So, what? Prisoner? Socially ostracise him?
Jokes on them, Kanemaru didn't even like other creatures.
His head angled to the crow. Three eyes, he thought to himself; unlucky little bird. But then the crow wasn't a crow anymore, and in its place was a puddle of... gore, and a white winged fox. He blinked. Then the fox's flesh melted off xyr face. He blinked again. Kanemaru wasn't sure what all that was about, nor did he particularly care, either. He was more irritated that xyr'd dropped all that perfectly good rotting carcass on sand, where it was useless.
"Expecting reasonability is absurd," Kanemaru snorted. "I'm in a net. An uncomfortable net. I'm not doing anything until I'm out of the net." He fluffed up his four wings for extra emphasis, as if to show off just how little room he had. The likelihood that they'd actually release him was low, of course, Kanemaru wasn't going to hold out hope; but even if they did, what would he do? Fly away? The gore fox would catch him, not to mention there were three of them to his one. Neither fighting nor fleeing were in his best interests.
His fur bristled as the lion snapped at him, lips curled. Reliable tool, eh? He didn't think so. No privileges, no work; and they could figure out how to get him to work himself. They couldn't torture him, that much Kanemaru had already figured out himself; he couldn't work if he was weak, and if they wanted him to work like they seemed to, then that meant they had to keep him strong. So, what? Prisoner? Socially ostracise him?
Jokes on them, Kanemaru didn't even like other creatures.
His head angled to the crow. Three eyes, he thought to himself; unlucky little bird. But then the crow wasn't a crow anymore, and in its place was a puddle of... gore, and a white winged fox. He blinked. Then the fox's flesh melted off xyr face. He blinked again. Kanemaru wasn't sure what all that was about, nor did he particularly care, either. He was more irritated that xyr'd dropped all that perfectly good rotting carcass on sand, where it was useless.
"Expecting reasonability is absurd," Kanemaru snorted. "I'm in a net. An uncomfortable net. I'm not doing anything until I'm out of the net." He fluffed up his four wings for extra emphasis, as if to show off just how little room he had. The likelihood that they'd actually release him was low, of course, Kanemaru wasn't going to hold out hope; but even if they did, what would he do? Fly away? The gore fox would catch him, not to mention there were three of them to his one. Neither fighting nor fleeing were in his best interests.