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Try and they might nothing came from their efforts. They thrashed and unleashed a hoarse bellow of a squawk, something quite pathetic in their tired and weary state. They needed help and yet there was nobody to lend aid. Where was their family? Where did they all go? What if-

A twig snapped, focus shifted and a new surge of energy rushed through them. Someone was here!

They stilled, as much as their excitement and hopeful outlook allowed. Legs shaking from the mix of nerves old and new, they craned their neck as much as they could, bending it haphazardly in an all too painful angle to try and look around. To see who was nearby, hoping to find a familiar face.

"Hello!? Hello!? Dad? Family?"

Big red eyes blinking, once twice, rapidly they stilled; beak agape. There was...no one?...Maybe- someone...new? Just out of view, maybe sent to help from the family?

"H-hello? Hello??"

The distraught bird heard him, but instead of inciting more panic there was hope in their voice now. Vicktor watched as they stilled and craned their neck in a pitiful attempt to locate what they believed him to be, family. He himself hadn't had family, not for a long time; he tried not to think about it much. It would make his teeth itch, and heart ache, made him volatile over the things he had lost and was refused.

No there is no family here, not for him and not for this bird. They were left alone, and at the mercy of whatever entity crossed their path. Their family left them for dead, like a rabbit caught in a pitiful trap...waiting for a mercy kill.

The more he thought on it, the more Vicktor sneered, scowl forming as he bared teeth. Focus struggling; waning now as the white hot anger churned and boiled in their gut. He hissed, slow and guttural as if the very snakes coiling beneath his muscles were being burnt alive by the fiery coals they coiled themselves around deep inside.

He was in front of them now, in the mist. Camouflage waning as the white hot glow seeped through their skin, eyes alight and mouth ablaze before the bird who remained silent. Saliva pooling for just a moment, before burning off to join the mist that hung between them both.

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They wait, beak agape in silence but nobody answers; but someone is watching. They knew when they were being watched, it's all their father did; a watchful and protective gaze. He didn't talk much but he never had too. But- but this...this gaze was wrong, it felt different. Felt like they were a spider- being gawked at by some big unknown as if they were an easy meal.

No, no, no!

Their father wouldn't leave them like that; alone and at the mercy of Cetus. They weren't just some quick meal for something else! They weren't a spider! But, but...they were alone- until...they weren't- something began to glow before them within the heavy mists. Bright white eyes and a flickering maw of flames ate at the very mist that kept all safe.

It wasn't family fire- but it was something else-they needed to leave, now, now, now now!

Vicktor watched, eyes unmoving as he swiped tongue over teeth. He moved ever so slightly, a single step closer. Offering a gentle nudge for the unusual avian to find their strength and escape the wooden jaws that kept it hostage. In which evidently his display, his approach had aided the bird just enough to finally break free. The hollowed out tree busting and splintering to reveal the unusual and large bird that stood a few feet from them now.

Hot breath, sharply exhaled it ate at the heavy mist before him. It was time to welcome them into his own embrace; teeth still bared he worked out a low guttural snarl from his chest. Having half a mind to summon forth fire- but the white hot anger that bubbled beneath his skin did not answer his call. All he could do in this moment was watch this bird with some amusement. They stood there, surefooted before them- in some act of defiance- or fear. He'd be sure to prove it was the later.

"Run..."

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Those eyes burned into them. Hungry and watching- abnormal fire seeming as if it was crackling just beneath their skin. And that guttural hiss; the beast took a step forward. Fear surged through Peanut's veins, and they kicked; once, twice. Thrashing their body with newly found energy and strength. Finally the weakened walls of their once beloved nest gave way. Splintering and popping like ill stiches they managed to bust free. Almost sending them tumbling to the damp floor of Cetus below. Legs shaking they found their footing, They were free!-But- free from one pair of jaws...and sent into the welcoming and hungry jaws of another's.

The unknown beast stood before them, emitting that harrowing sound from their throat. He was still, stricken with fear; waiting for someone-anyone?

"Run..."

The beast spoke. And all they could do was listen, caught off guard and afraid. They don't know how long it took; but the beast grew impatient- and bellowed, and all he could do was run. His body finally catching up with the desire to flee- to find his family- to be free.

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He spoke to them, told them to run; and yet they stood there as if they couldn't quite make up their mind. Could they not hear?- No they heard the snap of a twig previously...Perhaps they needed some help, to kick the gears in motion for their escape. Another hiss erupted from his throat, he would give them one more helping hand.

With a deep inhale he soon unleashed a scream; a command to run, the same as before. Bellowing it out to the fear stricken bird. The avian ran almost in place, turning with a slight stumble before running off into the protective mists before he could fully finish his demand. He stood there for a moment, a subtle pause. Giving the bird a few moments to run; perhaps it was a pitiful attempt on Vicktor's side to let them try and find their family.

Family...

A snarl cracked across his features as he hissed. That all to familiar white hot anger began to bubble over, crawling up his throat, flames licking his mouth with each and every heavy breath that rattled his lungs. No, there was no family. Not for him...and certainly not for his prey. Vicktor gave chase, following the scattered sounds of the estranged bird through the mist.

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