Cold, Wet, and Angry | AKEMI

Lethal

Just another moment, and he'd pounce. The rotcoil was so close that he could see the detail on its' vine-like tail; that he could see its' beady eyes looking off into the distance. It was silent around them, and while the snowstorm was making his hunt detestable, it would not take this prize from him. One rotcoil would keep him fed for at least two days, would ensure that he could continue to wait out this storm in peace before he returned to the hunt. Motion caught his eye, as the rotcoil began to slither away- now!

He surged forward, his maw open and his fur dragging behind him, only to be caught just out of reach. His matted, dampened, entangled fur had caught on a branch sticking out of the snow. The rotcoil let out a hiss towards him before slithering away; his meal gone before he could even think about eating it properly. It took Lethal at least a minute of pulling at the branch and hissing after the rotcoil for him to get free, the branch sticking right where it had lodged itself. By now, the snow had fallen so much deeper than he'd be able to find a meal in, and his one shot had already slitehred away.

Suffice to say that when he regained control of himself and began scanning the rest of the shaded clearing for any sort of prey, the purple feather in front of him pulled the rage out burning more aggressively than ever before.

"WHO ARE YOU?" He roared, moving as quickly as he could towards the stranger and letting out as much of a hiss as he could manage in his hungry state. "WHO ARE YOU! WHY ARE YOU HERE! BAD, WRONG, BAD!" He continued, letting his teeth show and letting pure venom lace through each word that passed. 

shorter than it should be but proboards deleted my original post and i cant remember it all agian >:0

Lethal

For a second, Lethal let himself recognize how rational akemi's words were. the loudness would scare away any potential prey. he'd go hungry today, and have to spend so much longer away from the hunt. by all logic, lethal should be quieting down; should silence himself so that what little prey hasn't already been chased away will still, will rest, will become easy targets for his attacks.

but, then, when had lethal ever been reasonable?

the anger within him lashed out at everything, at everyone, and while its attacks hadn't yet injured someone, it was certainly working its way towards harm. akemi's careless posture, as though lethal's spite and anger and hatred meant nothing to them, only served to rile him up further. he had no control over the anger; had no control over his own mind; and with this lack of control came a blinding rage that swept over him in the moment.

his hunger and rage had combined into a tyrannical beast within him, ferocious and dangerous and hungry. he snarled at akemi's ruffling feathers, tail lashing back and forth as he pushed his way closer to the purple feather, his body moving without command. deep within himself, lethal noted that the distance between them had seemed to increase; that perhaps the feather had been intimidated by his previous actions, and that this anger and hate and rage that had begun to grow out of nothingness was completely uncalled for. 

perhaps if he listened to his inner monologue more often, he wouldn't find himself in these kinds of situations.

"You," lethal hissed out under his breath. his voice had quieted by a noticeable margin, finally having pushed over the point of icy, calculated, damaging anger. "scared away my food. perhaps, instead of wasting another day hunting, i'll just eat you."

the scared part of lethal, the part that made up his conscious and the part that had held onto his hunt for kaito for so long, was gone for now. hidden away within him beyond fears and doubts and worries that he wouldn't make it through the day, that he'd die out here alone and hungry because of one bad hunt at the wong time. all that was left within him was this cold rage, this anger that he'd carried with him as a shell and that had tried to protect him for so long.

now, though? in desperate hunger, and faced with someone acting this way?

his fur was on end and his tail raised high as he readied himself for the inevitable fight.

fight fight fight