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

[toilandendure]

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"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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[detectiveofthewest]

Foxes were opportunistic animals, not strictly predators, but nevertheless, Heiji's senses were sharp. Not that they would have to be to pick up the sound of crunching bone. Or the coppery smell of fresh blood.

He padded quietly along the streets. He was much bigger than an average fox -- about as long as a loveseat, with black fur that blended into the darkness. His ears were pricked for changes in the soundscape, but he was curious by nature...

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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."

[ 2 ]

[warmheartedly]

Much as she didn't like Mr. Tuppen for his cranky ways, she felt bad that he lost one of his dogs. Happened to be a beloved one too since the dog was new but scrappy, making the old man smile now and then as they ran around him as they took walks around the neighbourhood.

Seeing him so distressed to lose his companion this morning moved her to search for the fella, hoping she could perhaps spook him back to the residence.

She followed after the dog's trail, tracking down clues and hints to their whereabouts. The further she went, the further she got away from the nice neighbourhood to more questionable places, the more she felt concerned but yet she pushed forward. All in hopes to do the job before it got any later and return the dog home. She never suspected him to be so far away from home and she wonders what he's doing all the way here when she catches sight of--

--Oh.