Voice of the Hunted

❝　Does a cat lie to a cornered mouse just to play with its freedom, or is it just acting out of its nature?　❞

The sounds of the gentle breeze rustling the nearby bushes are heard, drawing closer in this everlasting night. Under the dim lighting of the stars, there appears to be a cabin on a distant hill at the end of the dirt path beneath you. You approach the worn down wooden structure, opening the door with a creak. But before you could enter, you could feel a pair of sharp eyes from the forest around you. Looking back, there seems to be a figure hidden in the shadows gazing back at you.

hello!! this is a Voice of the Hunted ask blog run by @voiceofthebroken, I hope it's alright that I make this for fun. I apologize if this one's too OOC at any point

associated blogs: @voice-of-the-cheated @comical-contrarian @skeptics-journal-log @paranoias-sensory-zone @theh3ro @the-broken-birdcage @vo1ceofthecold @sincerely-opportunist @bl00dy-knuckl3s-f1ght3r ... and other slay the princess ask blogs

*There is a pretty decently detailed map of where you are to the location of the Tabby's. A note on that's say "Skeptics apartment" with a series of numbers, another one being "paranoids cave. Third holes, not recommended going unarmed."*

:3

More then I know probably.

Actually from what I know your smitten basically got off the face of the Earth and no one knows where they are

Not his flock? The Hunted regards you curiously, his head tilting ever so slightly while one ear tuft flicking outwards as he registers your words. The lovesick one is gone? Strange, maybe that's why he's been feeling that something is amiss during these times. But that also begs the question...

The Hunted blinks once. Blinks twice. And then he stares at you with absolute confusion. You tell him that his flockmate was eaten, and now...

... A part of him gets the feeling that his flockmate is being tortured with this. The Hunted doesn't let go just yet, wary of the information you're giving.

“ What do you mean he got better? ”

What. First the lovesick one's flesh was stolen and made into a meal for more than one person, and now they plucked his feathers and ate those too?

The Hunted lets out a low growl as a final warning before he ultimately decides to pounce on you, lunging towards your direction to pin you down onto the ground.

Spicy flavors were unique, the Hunted had a taste of some spices that he had found in certain places... but that's not the point. He didn't like eating spicy flavors anyway, some made his senses feel numb while others made him too hyperaware of the sensations on his tongue. He slips off the tree and lands gracefully on his feet.

“ ... ”