OLIVER
It probably would've been helpful if Oliver actually knew more about turkeys. Last time he interacted with a wild bird, the damn thing tried to peck his eyes out. With Deimos around, hopefully that wouldn't even happen. The turkeys were far larger than the pheasant he fought against and were actually a pretty large size, as compared to his leopard body. This wasn't a major deterrence since Oliver wanted to prove himself. He had failed before and he wasn't going to be made a fool. Deimos would see that he was powerful, that he could be useful.
The words were appreciated, but not quite understood. He still hadn't learned how to unlock or give full access to his instincts, at least not yet. There was no use fighting.
Oliver sent one final mental note to Deimos, responding to the last question. Try going around them in a wide arch... I will try to attack. If they fly up, then don't bother, but if you can jump up and grab one: go for it. Wish me luck. He would kill a bird or something before sunrise. He'd make sure of it.
Crouching low, Oliver would begin his slow trek towards the turkeys. His movements were meticulous and he made sure to take great care with each step. It took a bit, but once he felt as if he were close enough he stopped. With eager eyes, he watched the prey, trying to allow the animalistic side of him to take hold.
And then he lunged. His body surged forward in a quick spring before he leaped forward, extending out his claws and attempting to grasp onto the injured turkey, this time trying to be quieter than he had with the pheasant.
The words were appreciated, but not quite understood. He still hadn't learned how to unlock or give full access to his instincts, at least not yet. There was no use fighting.
Oliver sent one final mental note to Deimos, responding to the last question. Try going around them in a wide arch... I will try to attack. If they fly up, then don't bother, but if you can jump up and grab one: go for it. Wish me luck. He would kill a bird or something before sunrise. He'd make sure of it.
Crouching low, Oliver would begin his slow trek towards the turkeys. His movements were meticulous and he made sure to take great care with each step. It took a bit, but once he felt as if he were close enough he stopped. With eager eyes, he watched the prey, trying to allow the animalistic side of him to take hold.
And then he lunged. His body surged forward in a quick spring before he leaped forward, extending out his claws and attempting to grasp onto the injured turkey, this time trying to be quieter than he had with the pheasant.
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BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
