in tenebris est veritas.
They reel toward the onlookers in a sudden, swift movement. The giant rat, finally limp, squelches gently in their grip as it tightens on the slick flesh. But one of the long antlers on their mask trips a little on a low-hanging branch, pulling it off-kilter and forcing them to reach up and steady it in another sudden, now more awkward movement. A dark streak is left behind there, as they take a step back with a huff.
Immediately their attention dips toward the scaled creature, shoulders hunched and fingers curled in a defensive posture. A moment's observation seems to reveal that it is not a threat, but this only makes their head tilt at an angle of confusion.
"Hello," is the initial reply, like a growl in their throat which is not accustomed to speaking. The rat continues to drip warm blood onto the cool, moist soil at their feet as a long silence passes between them, both apparently equally confused. Chaele's eyes move cautiously within the shadows of their mask to examine the texture of his furs and the color of his eyes. "You... do not belong... here."
Immediately their attention dips toward the scaled creature, shoulders hunched and fingers curled in a defensive posture. A moment's observation seems to reveal that it is not a threat, but this only makes their head tilt at an angle of confusion.
"Hello," is the initial reply, like a growl in their throat which is not accustomed to speaking. The rat continues to drip warm blood onto the cool, moist soil at their feet as a long silence passes between them, both apparently equally confused. Chaele's eyes move cautiously within the shadows of their mask to examine the texture of his furs and the color of his eyes. "You... do not belong... here."
