your entire existence gives me a headache, go stand over there .
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He expected teeth, not Goldenstrike's body rolling with the very rogue that would have ended his existence. He realized then he didn't want to die, grinning bitterly, until a chalky laugh escaped his maw, breathing ragged, sounding off-putting to smokey tufted ears.
His pride was wounded, swallowing down the ripening anger that festered beneath a bloodied pelt at Goldenstrike holding his own. His ear flickered, annoyance bubbling to the surface at Rabbitclaw's voice grating on his ears. He hummed, grinning devilishly, lips curled in tandem with the elegant crinkle of his muzzle. "You must be seeing things, my dear." He hummed, ignoring the way his skin prickled. He nearly died. Again. He admitted sourly. If he had been at his strongest then, Fogbound licked the inside of his teeth, expression hauntingly murderous. How the tides have turned. He hummed. It would have been a shame to see him go, but he would have abandoned his family and that didn't settle well. Of course, the smokey Maine Coon paid little mind, keeping an air of indifference, uncaring he had almost met a gruesome fate.
Gathered himself onto shaky paws, expression carefully neutral, watching the tunneler swipe at a particular parasite, brow raised. "It's terrible I never listen." He reported, grinning mischievously. "Perhaps Wolfsong will need to check those pretty eyes of yours." He added, tone pooling like fresh honey.
He tsked, shooting the other a half-hearted stare. "And leave you to have all the fun? I wouldn't dare." He called over his shoulder, letting ruby eyes sweep through the camp in search of another poor soul, until a particular tabby-furred demon stole his attention, creeping up on them. Truly the worst of our kind. He wondered how someone with so much idiocy survived this long in the wild paws of nature.
A snarl tore from his throat without a seconds delay, meeting the rogue in a battle of claws and teeth. They landed unceremoniously on the ground in a heap of well-built muscle and a barely-fed moor runner. "Not very gentlemanly of you to sneak up on a lady like that." He hissed through clenched teeth, ignoring the accumulating pain until freshly stained claws tore into his side, not nearly enough to kill him, but enough to draw a pain-tinged grunt from the Maine Coon.
He fell limp beneath the rogue's paws, mind blanketed in fiery agony screaming up and down his side. He breathed through his parted maw, hearing the sounds of retreat within a muddled ear. He had stopped breathing at some point, taking stock of his situation, no longer trapped beneath claws, but open air. It had lessened the pain, but surely made him look like a corpse until he breathed, flank rising again.
Fogbound huffed. He wondered if these primitive cats even thought to check if their opponent was dead. Truly. A shame. "Rather dull creatures, aren't they?" He grunted, pulling himself up, tone edged with pain. His mind was clouded, but his tongue was sharp, grinning devilishly despite the ichor beading down his side.
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His pride was wounded, swallowing down the ripening anger that festered beneath a bloodied pelt at Goldenstrike holding his own. His ear flickered, annoyance bubbling to the surface at Rabbitclaw's voice grating on his ears. He hummed, grinning devilishly, lips curled in tandem with the elegant crinkle of his muzzle. "You must be seeing things, my dear." He hummed, ignoring the way his skin prickled. He nearly died. Again. He admitted sourly. If he had been at his strongest then, Fogbound licked the inside of his teeth, expression hauntingly murderous. How the tides have turned. He hummed. It would have been a shame to see him go, but he would have abandoned his family and that didn't settle well. Of course, the smokey Maine Coon paid little mind, keeping an air of indifference, uncaring he had almost met a gruesome fate.
Gathered himself onto shaky paws, expression carefully neutral, watching the tunneler swipe at a particular parasite, brow raised. "It's terrible I never listen." He reported, grinning mischievously. "Perhaps Wolfsong will need to check those pretty eyes of yours." He added, tone pooling like fresh honey.
He tsked, shooting the other a half-hearted stare. "And leave you to have all the fun? I wouldn't dare." He called over his shoulder, letting ruby eyes sweep through the camp in search of another poor soul, until a particular tabby-furred demon stole his attention, creeping up on them. Truly the worst of our kind. He wondered how someone with so much idiocy survived this long in the wild paws of nature.
A snarl tore from his throat without a seconds delay, meeting the rogue in a battle of claws and teeth. They landed unceremoniously on the ground in a heap of well-built muscle and a barely-fed moor runner. "Not very gentlemanly of you to sneak up on a lady like that." He hissed through clenched teeth, ignoring the accumulating pain until freshly stained claws tore into his side, not nearly enough to kill him, but enough to draw a pain-tinged grunt from the Maine Coon.
He fell limp beneath the rogue's paws, mind blanketed in fiery agony screaming up and down his side. He breathed through his parted maw, hearing the sounds of retreat within a muddled ear. He had stopped breathing at some point, taking stock of his situation, no longer trapped beneath claws, but open air. It had lessened the pain, but surely made him look like a corpse until he breathed, flank rising again.
Fogbound huffed. He wondered if these primitive cats even thought to check if their opponent was dead. Truly. A shame. "Rather dull creatures, aren't they?" He grunted, pulling himself up, tone edged with pain. His mind was clouded, but his tongue was sharp, grinning devilishly despite the ichor beading down his side.
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