08-15-2018, 05:36 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]As he stood there, staring, another scent he had hoped he would never smell again crept up on him- that of rotting fish. It had been several weeks now since the tsunami, and most of the decaying prey had been cleared out. Why, then, could he smell that now, along with the smell of a species that he knew only belonged to one crewmate? A crewmate that he knew would never attack him? Could this be the stranger that had attacked Gold? She had specified a panther, but there had been no panther scent on her. It could have been anyone, or anything.
He thought he could sense something- some sort of movement. Instinctively, he started to turn to face it. Pain exploded in the front and back of his skull as something clamped down on his head, dragging a confused yelp from his maw. In that moment of panic, the only thoughts he could discern were a) he was most definitely being attacked, and b) if he didn't remove his head from the thing's grip right now he was going to die.
With one swift movement, he yanked his head out of his aggressor's jaws, biting back a scream as he felt its teeth tear through his eye socket. He stumbled back, then whipped around to face his aggressor, gritting his teeth through the stinging in his damaged eye.
As his good eye landed on the jaguar before him, though, he froze.
No. No, no no no no no, this could not be happening. If he had been the one to attack Gold, then maybe this would make sense, but he had done nothing to get on Pincher’s bad side. He had done nothing to justify his own captain trying to kill him. Had Pincher just decided he was too weak to keep around?
Was this even really Pincher, or just some imposter?
”Who- who are you?!” he demanded shakily, his voice wavering from the growing agony in his face and the blood loss, even as he formed a defensive stance. ”What did you do with Pincher?”
He was not afraid. Only weaklings were afraid, had any reason to fear death. He wasn’t going to die here, that was just silly. Surely, everything was going to work out, he’d get his eye treated, and they could all just forget this ever happened.
He was going to live.
/it’s all good mate
He thought he could sense something- some sort of movement. Instinctively, he started to turn to face it. Pain exploded in the front and back of his skull as something clamped down on his head, dragging a confused yelp from his maw. In that moment of panic, the only thoughts he could discern were a) he was most definitely being attacked, and b) if he didn't remove his head from the thing's grip right now he was going to die.
With one swift movement, he yanked his head out of his aggressor's jaws, biting back a scream as he felt its teeth tear through his eye socket. He stumbled back, then whipped around to face his aggressor, gritting his teeth through the stinging in his damaged eye.
As his good eye landed on the jaguar before him, though, he froze.
No. No, no no no no no, this could not be happening. If he had been the one to attack Gold, then maybe this would make sense, but he had done nothing to get on Pincher’s bad side. He had done nothing to justify his own captain trying to kill him. Had Pincher just decided he was too weak to keep around?
Was this even really Pincher, or just some imposter?
”Who- who are you?!” he demanded shakily, his voice wavering from the growing agony in his face and the blood loss, even as he formed a defensive stance. ”What did you do with Pincher?”
He was not afraid. Only weaklings were afraid, had any reason to fear death. He wasn’t going to die here, that was just silly. Surely, everything was going to work out, he’d get his eye treated, and they could all just forget this ever happened.
He was going to live.
/it’s all good mate