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Devin snarled, his disfigured lips curled as a low and primal growl left him. He hooked the edge of his sleeve to viciously wipe at the corner of his  eye. Why didn’t he just kill him when he had the chance? Would it really  have been that hard? He’s been an easy take down each time. Just kill him already. Ya  fucking pansy. 

The young man winced, that’s why he hadn’t killed him yet. One random victim wasn’t worth the months of his mind pestering him to keep doing it. It was hard enough to keep it under control as it was.

       ✕ ❝ Ah, I’m sorry for stepping in here so late !! ❞ Of course he wasn’t. Fremont couldn’t have cared less about his timing - his focus was on the particular individual before him. They’d caught his attention and, frankly, he was more inclined to concentrate his attention on their standing. Getting a proper hold on an interesting person was rather hard, after all.  ❝ Are you still open ?? ❞

Her gold eyes scanned for somewhere to go, somewhere to get out of the way and maybe somewhere with other people. Eiyslweir avoided interacting with others, so maybe she could buy herself some time away from him by finding someone else.

Climbing out a window, across a roof, and down the trellis was not as easy as all those books about adventure and rogues made it sound. If the prince didn’t have a few years of experience doing such a thing, this certainly would have ended in a broken bone or two. 

The prince (Prince Logan Arenz, if formalities were required) padded across the kitchen rooftop in soft-soled boots. Waiting until the watchman below passed by, they clambered down the ivy-covered wall. “Yes!” 

Finally, free to relax. It was so hard to just breathe inside the castle walls, especially lately. So much talk of the neighboring countries and peace treaties and the possibility of being married off (the prince shuddered). It was stifling, and right now they just really wanted an escape from it. 

Better get to the gardens quick. The prince flipped up their hood and turned around, nearly smacking into someone. His face wasn’t familiar, but the prince knew he was one of the knights.

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♘ The smaller creature keeps claws pinning the stranger down, surprisingly easy despite the size and lack of one arm. Pinned man doesn’t speak any longer, he’s stopped struggling upon the realization that he’s messed with something inhuman and attempts to shake him only agitate the Kishle further. He’s visibly scared as blue drips from a cut to the side of his neck as he hisses down at the pinned male, ears remain back in agitation. He’s hungry, very hungry, his nerves of shot from dealing with it as gaze slowly turns to the other as he continues to speak.           “ I told him to leave! “     Another hiss as soot stained clawed digits keep the stranger pinned. Fangs sharper then that of human are revealed when he speaks. His words carry guilt despite the aggression he demonstrates

         “ I don’t like strangers touching m-me! I’m h-hungry,             I-I didn’t mean to reveal myself! He w-wouldn’t leave!  “     It’s hard enough not to eat when surrounded by food sources, it’s especially awful when one tries to pull something on you. Fangs are pulled back in a snarl of frustration as he shifts how he holds the now silent captive down.

     Whoever this foolish human was, he made a grave error. The unknown was all around them, hiding in plain sight, and all it took was one careless move on their part to tear down the facade and expose everything to the naked eye. He has yet to see him in such a state—so terrified, so desperately fighting for control—and he took several slow, even steps forward to close the distance between them.

     “Humans are terrible at doing what they are told. They think themselves above consequence if they disobey.”

     Hungry? Hungry for what? The more he thought about it, the more he realised he knew very little about the situation as a whole. In a situation like this, the life of one individual human was insignificant---had been aware of what would have come of his actions, perhaps he would have thought better of it, but the damage was done---and, naturally, it followed that the appropriate punishment should be meted out. But to allow whatever would follow to be done here might potentially attract more unwanted attention.

     This felt as good a place as any to sit and rest. Returning to earth after centuries trapped in the unforgiving expanse of space felt disorienting------how much had the planet changed when he was too far away to see anything up close? When life continued on far beneath him and he could only watch it rotate, slowly counting the days until they finally dropped their guard for that one precious moment to allow him his escape. 

     Right now, he wasn’t sure where he had chosen his spot to rest. Nothing felt familiar anymore---he was disconnected, a being that had no more business sitting on this world, much less being a part of it. The longer he remained without a human form, the faster they would be able to pick up on his signature. Soon, very soon, he would have to disappear among the humans he once looked after. 

     But that could wait just a little while longer. 

     Movement not far off caught his attention: footsteps, approaching quickly. Far too quickly for his liking. With a low growl, the great beast picked himself up and adopted a defensive stance---this felt far too unfamiliar for his liking; how long would it be until he had full mastery over his earthbound movement once again?---waiting for a potential attack.