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Posted on November 5, 2017 at 10:56:00 PM by anapa
Trigger warning: Anapa's posts invariably contain strong death themes.
Anapa liked Asper. Thestrals did not exist in the kingdom of the Canids, but if they had, he would have sought one as a pet long ago. There as a kinship to be had in an animal which, because of its ‘terrifying’ looks and odd behaviours, most people shied from. It wasn’t the thestral’s fault that he looked gaunt and skeletal, or that he consumed meat. Even if it were, there was nothing wrong with either of those things. The people who shunned Aspera would happily utilise his abilities if it suited them to, then return to shunning him the next day.
The metaphor was apt.
Nonetheless, a pet was its owner’s responsibility. Anapa did not miss the growl in the stranger’s stomach when he spoke of his dinner.
“My apologies.” He conceded politely. “Please allow me to rectify the situation.”
Precisely how he could rectify it without a beastmoon was going to need to be considered, but the problem shouldn’t require deep thinking. Dinner was hardly a complex matter, albeit one which could cause emotions to run high. Even if Anapa couldn’t transform into the canid to hunt the stranger down a new meal, in this world as in every other, money talked. He was no longer rich, per se, but a mortician’s wage should be able to buy lunch.
The stranger’s self-identification as a hunter at least explained how Asper was able to steal his dinner, but it left Anapa with questions regarding the method of hunting. His eyed lingered over the man’s arrow and quiver. Why hunt with weapons of war when morphing offered a much simpler, more natural method? Perhaps he can’t morph, Anapa thought grimly, sympathetically. He had been unable to morph into the canid himself since his arrival on this odd world. The best he could do was become a flopping water-canid.
Choosing to ignore the question about what he was doing out here – a little personal from someone who hadn’t even given his name yet – Anapa shrugged off the other enquiry about his lack of weapon. The stranger said it like it was a necessity, as though bringing a knife to a bear fight would give him the upper hand.
“I don’t need one. I’m not going to die today.” He said it with utter conviction. “Neither are you. That squirrel, on the other hand…” He pointed at the undergrowth to his left and counted to five in his head. No squirrel was visible from where they stood until a large barn owl swooped down and snatched one up in its claws, flapping eagerly away with its catch. “My leg is fine, thank you.” Anapa raised his eyebrows slightly. “Shall we see about locating you some replacement dinner?”
Replies:
- kissing death and losing my breath - By Tahl November 25, 2017 at 03:04:12 AM
- open his way in front of the spirits; - By anapa November 25, 2017 at 09:45:21 PM
- life slips away and the ghosts come to play - By Tahl December 29, 2017 at 11:34:58 AM
- open his way in front of the spirits; - By anapa December 29, 2017 at 04:55:14 PM
- life slips away and the ghosts come to play - By Tahl December 29, 2017 at 11:34:58 AM
- open his way in front of the spirits; - By anapa November 25, 2017 at 09:45:21 PM
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