LET'S HAVE A CANDLELIT DINNER, PRINCIPESSA // p, Aphra

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JORMUNGAND

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The panther slowly plodded his way forwards, lobes pricked up and focused on a single scent. He was careful not to let the sharp rocks scrape his fur. Sure he didn't mind blood, anybody's, but it was a fuss to get rid of and plus he wasn't in the Pitt's territory anymore. No, he decided to step outside of the boundaries and walk a ways until he picked up a new smell.
Some kinda sheep, no, goat. SHeep didn't live in the mountains. He shook his head, mountain goats did, those poor fucks. Soon enough, he spotted his target, crouched low. The shadows on his pelt drew the ones pressed in the crevices of the mountains, drawing them as tight around him as he could. The animal's head was hung low as it grazed, it didn't seem to notice the huge male stalking him. Jor's eyes reflected briefly against the animals as he made a sound, but  there wasn't anywhere for the wooly beast to run.
A clean crunch echoed in his ears, light and playful, and his maw was already  beginning to stain crimson.

#psychosocial.