[PRP] What Big Teeth You Have [Big Bad/Timorous]

[Ruriska]

Big Bad was on the hunt. Not an unusual occurrence for him but this time he travelled alone, leaving the deep dark woods behind. His pack, his collection of daughters and grandchildren had also been left to their own devices. No doubt he’d come back to find them a mess but that was the furthest thing from his mind.

The rolling violent madness that lived in his belly had stopped being satisfied by the tearing of flesh or chasing down terrified animals. He needed something more. And Big Bad knew exactly what it was.

His last two partners had been just as wild as he.

They’d provided a challenge he hadn’t had before. A tussle of wills and the pleasing unnecessity of hiding who he was. There was no need to pretend he was anything but a monster when he was running alongside those who toed the same line.

But that wasn’t enough now.

He needed a challenge. He needed someone soft and sweet. Someone innocent with a gentle smile that would look at him and think he truly loved them. He was certain he would find that someone where the swamp opened up into pleasing meadows, where spring had sprung with a vibrant display of flowers and life.

A dark shadow in the daylight, he scented the air and began the hunt. 

[peanutbutter]

[imgright]http://matope.pixel-blueberry.com/image ... uncert.png[/imgright]It was rare for Timorous to be so utterly and completely alone. It wasn't a completely alien feeling to her, admittedly - much of her early life had been spent alone, as jittery and nervous as she was, unsuited for the social circles of the desert. But it had become unfamiliar as she had made home in the swamp, traveling between the little groves that her family tended to. She had grown used to the companionship that By the Roots and her many children had granted her as they passed through the swamp, and even when they weren't around she had always had companionship with Other Daughter.

Today though, she had none of them by her side. By the Roots and Dauntless had gone off to some far part of the swamp, and at Timorous' gentle urging the wolf had gone with them, leaving her the sole inhabitant of the groves. Normally she would savor this - a break from the hustle and bustle of life, a peaceful moment for her and her alone for once. But instead the doe had felt restless, jittery almost - like she was about to crawl out of her skin.

So instead of letting it consume her, she had left the groves, in search of someone to talk to.

It had been something she had been doing more and more lately, this aimless wandering of hers in the swamp when she moved between groves. A forceful attempt at breaking her shyness turned habit, and it would normally be something to celebrate, the progress she had made. But today she felt oddly desperate in her searching, more like someone drowning looking for land, than the usual hope she had, as she picked her way through the vibrant spring flowers that dotted the land before her.

She just needed someone, anyone, to appear right now.

@Ruriska

[Ruriska]

And appear, someone did.

Though not at first and certainly not with any hurry. A hunter knew well to stalk his prey slowly, lest it spook before he could sink his teeth in. He knew especially well that many would be wary of his razor-sharp grin and the stench of blood that no deluge could wash away.

But the ones he hunted, they either stunk of blood themselves or were naive enough to think that the world would never send them a monster. And this particular one - Big Bad sniffed the air, standing still beneath the shadows of a tree, watching the doe make her way across the flowery meadow, was most certainly the latter

Pretty, soft and alone. She was lovely. His teeth ached just looking at her.

But how to approach?

Slowly, surely, less teeth.

Big Bad slowly peeled away from the shadows. A ripple ran through him, down his spine and to the tip of his tail. The shift from violent beast to - well, whatever it was everyone else played at in their normal, quiet little lives.

Then he was just a buck,  just any old Kiokote that could pass by in the daylight, angling himself towards her at an unhurried saunter.

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[peanutbutter]

Apparently someone, or something, in the swamp had been listening to her.

She had paused in her wandering and considered the flowers, wondering if she should try to pick out a bouquet, or make another attempt at a flower crown. Something, anything, that would ease the underlying current of energy that was thrumming through her. But just as she had decided to sit down and start, something had moved in the corner of her eye, and she turned her head.

Coming her way at an even pace was a kiokote, as pitch as the night itself.

For a moment she trembled, something in her that she had begun to outgrow shrieking at her to run. To get out of there, to return to the groves. But she was able to silence it quickly, to ignore the warning that had dominated most of her life. She was out here to talk, to meet other kin - to expand her little world. She would not run today, and certainly not when she had been out here desperately wanting to meet someone.

"Hello," Her voice rasped as she tried to greet the kiokote, quiet and dry from disuse. She flushed, and tried again, louder this time. "H-Hello."

@Ruriska

[Ruriska]

Her voice, soft and rusty, was music to his ears. A carefully controlled smile curled at the corner of his mouth. Instead of running, as those who trusted their instincts always did, she had greeted him. His gaze flicked, up and down, looking her over now that he was closer.

Lovely, petite, like a new flower blooming. The gentle fall of her hair made him want to bury his nose in her neck and take a deep breath. She hadn’t run, which meant she was trusting. Those who were trusting always gave too much of themselves.

“Hello,” he rumbled in return, his voice also ragged from disuse. “It’s a lovely day - isn’t it?”

He wasn’t used to making coherent sentences. His daily pack life was mostly growls and demands, understood without too many words. Hopefully she wouldn’t take much notice in the awkward stilted way they came off his tongue.

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[peanutbutter]

His voice was similar to hers, lower and rougher certainly, but also with an edge of disuse that she recognized. It made something in her relax a little further, made the trembling calm a little more. They were both the same, in a sense, strangers from the same place. Perhaps he wouldn't mind her stuttering, or stammered words - perhaps he too, knew what it was like.

And maybe it helped, perhaps, that she found him a little handsome as well.

"Yes," She replied, agreeing wholeheartedly, a smile coming to her. "It i-is. I'm surprised to see such a lovely field of flowers here.. d-do you come here often?"

@Ruriska

[Ruriska]

The longer he stood in her presence, the easier it became. Like putting on a new skin and becoming someone else. He liked this game.

“This is my first time here,” he told her, his words still slow and careful. “I came this way because I could smell them.” He turned his gaze to the side, his eyes red and wide, were always far too intense. So he looked away instead, feigning shyness.

Big Bad swallowed around the lump in his throat.

It wasn’t the flowers he could smell. It was only her.

“Would you... like to walk with me?”

He wanted to dig his teeth into her skin.