Experiences (Lethal)

Lethal

How long had it been since he'd seen another Vivian? Since he'd started his hunt for Kaito? His heart worried, feared, ached at the very idea that he'd somehow missed the orange feather. That somehow, they'd passed each other, and the one being who'd been willing to give him a chance was... gone. Left, to go who know's where, away from him. And why shouldn't he? Lethal let out a growl, his eyes narrowing as he stalked through the overshadowed canopy.

What had he done to imply that he wanted Kaito's company? Nothing. He'd just growled, his world crumbling around him, the fear and anger and distress within him bubbling up over every bit of his interactions. Would Kaito even recognize him, were they to meet again? In the past weeks, Lethal had grown so much. His mouth, his tail; the world changing around him just as he changed within it. Anger grew within him, with every day; anger at himself, and at the world, and at those who had been in the sprout with him.

Anger at the fact that he was bitter and alone.

And then, for the first time since he'd left the tree in such a panic, he saw a face. A feather, sitting on a boulder not three tail-lengths away from him. Lethal's eyes were mere slits now, and his fur bristled on end as the anger washed out of him once more. This wasn't Kaito. This was merely a feather in his way, the wrong feather, the wrong color, the wrong person.

As the anger overcame him, Lethal let out a loud, harsh hiss. This feather was wrong, was bad, and the fact that he'd never seen them before meant that others had begun to sprout. Meant that he'd have to hunt through so many others to find his Kaito. Once more, fear pierced his heart, only serving to add to the already-too-full vat of anger and frustration in his heart.

one(1) angry boi!

Lethal

The stranger had frozen; had puffed up and tried in futile to intimidate Lethal. He stalked towards the rock, his tail lashing and his teeth bared. Everything about this was wrong. This feather was wrong, the rock was wrong, his anger overtaking him and rushing him straight into a fight was so incredibly wrong. So he stood there, glaring up at the stranger, anger etched into every corner of his being as he snarled. 

"You're not Kaito," He finally managed out, anger bubbling out of every word and hatred passing through his cold eyes. As an added fluorish, Lethal snapped his teeth in an attempt to scare the purple one even further into leaving. "You're bad. Wrong."

Perhaps it was too much, perhaps the hatred in his voice and the anger in his eyes were too strong for the stranger's feeble mind. But then again, Lethal didn't care. He didn't care about this feather, about this rock, about the roots reaching around his feet. Why should he? It was too big, too open, too loud. At least this feather was quiet, but Lethal had a sneaking suspicion that grace would be over soon.

A closer look at the feather, while he stood there growling, confirmed that Lethal didn't recognize them. That this was proof of another sprout; of time passing around him while he searched, hunting for Kaito. The orange feather was out there somewhere, and Lethal didn't care how many others he scared trying to find him. 

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Lethal

A name. As if a name would change Lethal's anger, would curb the fear of being alone, would shift the blame onto something else. Cendrillon? It was long, and difficult, and awful, and wrong. His apology- was it even an apology, really? Wasn't going to do anything. His anger was only fueled by the fact that this feather, this stranger, this Cendrillon had the audacity to believe his apology could do anything. It was a waste of breath, a waste of words, a waste of time, and Lethal's only response to the apology was another (well-earned, he might add) snarl of anger.

And then, Cendrillon asked if he could help. One could hear a pin drop in the silence that followed that question, as he stared at the feather, incredulous. It seemed as though time had slowed, to Lethal, as his mind raced and bubbled and shifted and changed, his anger bubbling over the top into pure, white-hot rage that poured out of every thought, of every action, of every piece of input he had.

"No," He responded, as time sped back up to rejoin him, the second of silence now over. It was a quiet statement, at first, as he regained control of where he was. Laughter began to burst out of him as he continued on, glaring up at Cendrillon with pure, unfiltered rage in his eyes; ensuring that with every laugh, every word, his teeth were visible; threatening the feather with every ounce of being he had in his body. "No you can't help," He stated louder, as his rage finally began to release from himself.

"You can hurt the hunt, can stop the hunt, can halt the hunt, but you cannot help my hunt! You are wrong! You are wrong, and purple, and new! You are bad!" He growled out, his tail lashing in fury once more as he grew louder and louder, each word outperforming the last until finally he was roaring, fury and rage pouring out with every word, hatred and fear fighting their way out of him in tandem as he, for the second time in his life, grew scared of his very being.  

Ah. Wrong thing to say. I apologize for him, he got... a bit out of hand huh.

Lethal

The other being seemed fearful, even worried, about Lethal's pure hatred for them. Empty apologies spilled out of their mouth, drabbling and murmuring and doing a total of nothing to help with Lethal's current enraged state.
His angry scowl and lashing tail continued to convey just how his wrath had boiled over in his mind, as Lethal continued to bare his teeth towards the stranger. It had lost it's edge, had shifted from boiling over the edges to dripping down his mind, still very much present and angry, but subduing itself as the anger burned itself out.

How much time had he wasted on this feather? How much time had his hunt been halted, while he yelled at a stranger for no good reason? More time than he could afford to waste, that was for sure. All this time he'd been yelling and snarling and lashing his tail, when that energy could have been used to continue his search. Perhaps he'd wanted the rock, to be able to see further and search deeper for the one being he wanted to see, but even that would take time that he didn't have anymore.

"Filth like you isn't worth my time," He spat out, after a second of snarling and baring his teeth towards Cendrillon. With that, Lethal surged around the rock, rushing past the purple feather and continuing his search once more. So much time wasted; so much time spent dallying and on burning, boiling hatred; time he needed to be spending hunting, or sleeping, or searching.

Time that was gone, now.

Time that Lethal couldn't afford to lose any longer. He had to keep searching.

The feather slipped into his memory; the interaction merely a speck in his mind; as he continued to let the swarm of thoughts and worries that had always been there consume his hunt.

I am so so so sorry this took so long i ran into a bout of writers' block and i'm still working on recovering and im so sorry to exit the thread so abruptly but i do think this is an exit i'm sorry on many accounts here that's on me please forgive me ^^"