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[B-1984]

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Everything was new here and there was several smells that overwhelmed him as his talons tapped against stone. The only thing familiar to him was John who wasn't here at the moment and B-1984 felt grateful for that since he wasn't exactly fond with the other at the time but, all the same he wished that the hyena was here with him. He picked up several twigs sniffing them for a moment trying to figure out what they were and if it was edible not that he would eat in front of a crowd of strangers, he felt vulnerable eating out in the open. Would John eat these? The creature was basically emaciated since he rarely ate and when he had been an experimentation for the two legged beings, they rarely fed him. The only food they had ever offered him was small scraps that they hadn't eaten, leftovers, and he only got said food if he obeyed them since they usually tried coaxing him out of his cell with the leftovers. He could remember how his mouth had watered and how his stomach snarled at him yet here he was picking at rocks and twigs instead of eating. The Outside was much better than he had ever told John when they were in that place he considered Hell yet there was still possible dangers, he wasn't behind metal bars that restrained him freedom or gave him a form of safety. He continued to move along with his tail dragging in a bit of snow, he could smell something as he used his talons to carefully dig only to find a small bird hidden under some snow. He used his talons to carefully lift it up towards himself realizing that the hunger of his was growing stronger and stronger by the minute, he could feel the roof of his mouth salivating as he stretched his jaws soon placing the small avian into his mouth. The sound of pawsteps made him close his mouth swiftly and turn around in the direction of where the sound was coming from, his fur and feathers raised a bit.

Who was it? Was it John? It didn't smell like John.

#pyresfancy

[BETH]

Corban lifted his hackles slightly as he approached, the strange creatures of this land slowly becoming commonplace to him though this one was.. Stranger then what he'd seen before. It looked like a living shadow.

Corban stopped and sniffed the air, trying to make out if there was any more food hidden underneath the snow. He had a small advantage of being used to these rocky climates, but it did him no good when there were hundreds of other animals trying not to starve.

"Where'd you find that? Are there more around here?" Corban asked, his words blunt but not aggressive; Desperate, maybe, but not mean.

HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN? — [abbr=Corban - He/Him - Cougar - Left hind leg was gnawed off into a stump - Stubborn, nervous and difficult to socialize with - Medium-Hard Physical Difficulty]TAGS[/abbr]

[Bad Omens]

[justify]Viribus, after having lived with ShadowClan, was already used to the view of rather unusual animals. His mind couldn't fathom how such monstrosities were possible, but he decided to stop bothering himself with trying to come up with a reasonable answer. This one, in particular, was just as grotesque and unusual as the others, it just somehow managed to be... weirder.

He followed up Corban, the cat's fur had slowly lost volume and life, his skin now stuck to his bones, and his headache became more constant than ever, but he was already used to living like that. The view of the mutant's catch made him want some of it as well. Perhaps he could try to steal it, but he was sure the mutant would wreck him before he could try. Or perhaps Viribus should get hunting, too.[/justify]