Drabble of Irusya (forgot how to spell her name) hunting with a baby MC ?
Sorry for the delay! Don't worry, this is the correct way to spell her name!
Ps: the MC here is in a phase between late baby (?) and early toddler (?) And sorry, this one is pretty short too.
Night had only just fallen, but the streets of the city were already empty. As if the humans there could somehow sense the presence watching them from the shadows and were trying to hide.
Foolishness.
Irusya could end it all in minutes. But… not tonight.
Tonight is the night for her to test how sharp one of her descendant’s most important senses has become: tracking a hunt.
"Here you go… feel the fresh taste in the air," she says to the small creature clinging to her hand. The little hybrid’s eyes are wide open, the free hand shoved completely into their mouth, sucking on the fingers. "Your father thinks you can’t find prey yet. But he’s wrong, as he often is."
She stops and kneels in front of the hybrid, who, upon seeing her face, opens a smile showing half a dozen tiny teeth.
"Can you do that for your dear grandma? Can you find some prey? Can you use that beautiful little nose to smell the food around you?"
The MC stares at her, the playful look still on their face, but with eyes strangely attentive to her voice — and then begins to walk unsteadily forward toward a narrower street, before turning the next corner and heading into another side street.
Irusya keeps the baby’s hand firmly in hers, not liking how she has to lean to one side to do so, but also unwilling to let the MC stray from her reach.
Humans may be weak and emotionally unstable, but their unpredictability — and their habit of gathering quickly in large numbers (mostly to cause chaos and destruction) — can be dangerous. Even for someone like the MC.
The MC keeps walking in that clumsy way, but not the least bit hesitant, babbling almost as if guiding Irusya, until suddenly they let out a small squeal. Irusya follows the direction of the baby’s fixed gaze and sees a solitary figure approaching.
The scent is unmistakably human.
"Very good, my dear. Very good," she says, stroking her grandchild’s tiny fingers. "You found the food."
She then lifts the MC into her arms for a moment before setting them down again. Then she removes her cloak, spreads it on the ground, places the MC on top, and gives them a cloth toy from her pocket.
"I’ll be back before you finish drooling all over that," she promises before starting her way toward the distracted human.
