Hungry for the kill, but this hunger, it isn't you

[toilandendure]

01
"You gonna eat that?"

Guy looks (and smells) homeless. Ratty hoodie over similarly ratty jeans; but he's big, brawny, face dirt and grease-smeared as if he's been rooting around in the Underground tunnels. But despite his altogether imposing physique and absolute inability to ken the social laws which govern personal space, he projects an air of almost polite harmlessness. Like an over-friendly dog who can't help but shove his big nose into someone else's business.

And he's staring hard at whatever nosh you happen to be mid-bite of.


02 / Full Moon
So he didn't get to see his witch in time for a dose to calm the beast, or duck onto a train headed outward of London. And now he's paying the price, and making others pay it too, hunting hard in the derelict shipping quarter he uses for his home in the unclaimed lands northeast of the river bend. You might come across the snarling, savage thing muzzle-deep in someone's loose dog, white teeth crunching through meat and bone.

Or worse: he could be hunting you.

[ Hop in with whatever you like, will certainly be adding more, and can do so on request! ]

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[emotioneater]

Cooper's in mid-bite of a chicken Cesar salad when he's asked the question. He could smell Tal before he ever saw him. He looks the man up, down, and all around, wondering where's the hole he crawled out of and why he didn't stay there. He's got very little sympathy for him. When will he learn not to judge a book by its cover?

"That depends on how good your sob story is."

[toilandendure]

Tal blinked; the question seemed awfully non-sequitur. But then, he only had a passable education by human standards, and most of that he'd neatly filed away under the mental file, 'upworlder human trash nonsense'.

Without missing a beat, "What's a sob story?"

[emotioneater]

"People who beg for food always have one." He ticks off the usual reasons on his fingers. "I'm homeless, I haven't eaten in days, I'm alcoholic or addicted t'drugs. So--" He pointedly spears another bite of salad while he fixes Tal with a challenging look. "--what's yours?"