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maybe later dance - Vjira - Apr 23 2025
Vjira does not travel a lot, the beast preferring to stay close to sources of corruption to easily stabilize. Having no danger of corruption getting out of control, Vjira's behavior can mostly be monitored with a lot of "playtime" consisting of chasing around herds of lessers to pick them off one by one. Here, though, the beast has a piece of glowing coral within her exposed maw.
Shards of the same broken coral are scattered around the ground outside the lake - it's clear she's been throwing this chunk around for some time. Initially, Vjira thought the shining corals were FOOD. Now though, it has simply become a toy.
With another toss, the coral is thrown back into the lake. There's a splash, and then another as Vjira throws her front-end into the waters, claws scraping at another. Instead this one drags along the rock underfoot, leaving a puddle of water in its wake.
If anyone were nearby, they'd hear the sound of her mixed growl-hissing Vjira vocalizes often.
Shards of the same broken coral are scattered around the ground outside the lake - it's clear she's been throwing this chunk around for some time. Initially, Vjira thought the shining corals were FOOD. Now though, it has simply become a toy.
With another toss, the coral is thrown back into the lake. There's a splash, and then another as Vjira throws her front-end into the waters, claws scraping at another. Instead this one drags along the rock underfoot, leaving a puddle of water in its wake.
If anyone were nearby, they'd hear the sound of her mixed growl-hissing Vjira vocalizes often.
@Arcturus
RE: maybe later dance - Arcturus - Apr 23 2025
@Vjira
RE: maybe later dance - Vjira - Apr 24 2025
The Valkhound does not notice the feline at first, too focused on watching the glittering corals' lights pitter out with the lack of water to keep them alive. It's a slow process - maybe thirty minutes or so - but the fading lights remind Vjira of her own skin. Colors flashing, changing - mostly when she fights.
And then the words hit her ears. In a flash Vjira is turning to face the stranger, pointed teeth bared in Arcturus' direction. The Valkhound is poised to strike like a snake, all sets of eyes on the mysterious feline. When she sees the cat is smaller, her hackles calm.
She lets out a deep breath of air, a curious noise coming out of her throat. FOOD? This one is not the Big Purple or the Small Thing that got in a fight with her when she was young. She flicks the water away from her front claws, moving closer to the strange little space kitty.
PAIN?
Vjira understands pain - It is BLOOD it is HUNGER
She sniffs at her fur, PAIN? Vjira feels no pain. Does she look HURT? or DAMAGED?
Vjira has not fought someone in some cycles, there is no DAMAGE. She knows she should respond, visions of the Big Purple come to mind, him trying to get her to speak. She opens her maw, rumbles at the stranger - it snaps shut. Teeth clicking with an audible snap.
SPEAK?
"Pa-a-i-i-n?" There it is. The sounds twist and turn into each other, as if the Valkhound has not spoken for a long time. Her voice is deep and rumbly, used mostly for shrieking and hissing. "No-o-o"
And then the words hit her ears. In a flash Vjira is turning to face the stranger, pointed teeth bared in Arcturus' direction. The Valkhound is poised to strike like a snake, all sets of eyes on the mysterious feline. When she sees the cat is smaller, her hackles calm.
She lets out a deep breath of air, a curious noise coming out of her throat. FOOD? This one is not the Big Purple or the Small Thing that got in a fight with her when she was young. She flicks the water away from her front claws, moving closer to the strange little space kitty.
PAIN?
Vjira understands pain - It is BLOOD it is HUNGER
She sniffs at her fur, PAIN? Vjira feels no pain. Does she look HURT? or DAMAGED?
Vjira has not fought someone in some cycles, there is no DAMAGE. She knows she should respond, visions of the Big Purple come to mind, him trying to get her to speak. She opens her maw, rumbles at the stranger - it snaps shut. Teeth clicking with an audible snap.
SPEAK?
"Pa-a-i-i-n?" There it is. The sounds twist and turn into each other, as if the Valkhound has not spoken for a long time. Her voice is deep and rumbly, used mostly for shrieking and hissing. "No-o-o"
@Arcturus
RE: maybe later dance - Arcturus - Apr 24 2025
@Vjira
RE: maybe later dance - Vjira - Apr 27 2025
Vjira's first reaction at seeing the scared kitty is to do her best interpretation of a cackle. A strange mix of sounds coming out in short bursts, but close enough. Instincts inside demand to GIVE CHASE. HUNT. KILL. EAT. Eating someone who can speak has never been an issue for the Valkhound, but she does her best to down the instinct away.
Vjira looks back to the water, whole body turning to face it. She reaches in with her talons, scraping out another medium-sized coral. The water splashes with the force of her tearing it, and the brightly colored organism goes sliding across the rockface to Arcturus.
That's about as much of an answer as she can give him, really. Her eyes all focus on the corals on the ground, some of which have lost their light by now. She's lost track of time - KILL Though that's directed at the corals instead.
And then Vjira remembers that she has to SPEAK for others to understand. Stupid, really.
"No-o" Her words are long drawn out syllables, even the simple ones are hard to get out. She's been practicing over the cycles, but has found it to be too hard. Not hard enough to give up, but her vocal cords probably just aren't good enough.
She really was just playing with the corals. Vjira would never admit it. "Yo-o-u?"
Vjira looks back to the water, whole body turning to face it. She reaches in with her talons, scraping out another medium-sized coral. The water splashes with the force of her tearing it, and the brightly colored organism goes sliding across the rockface to Arcturus.
That's about as much of an answer as she can give him, really. Her eyes all focus on the corals on the ground, some of which have lost their light by now. She's lost track of time - KILL Though that's directed at the corals instead.
And then Vjira remembers that she has to SPEAK for others to understand. Stupid, really.
"No-o" Her words are long drawn out syllables, even the simple ones are hard to get out. She's been practicing over the cycles, but has found it to be too hard. Not hard enough to give up, but her vocal cords probably just aren't good enough.
She really was just playing with the corals. Vjira would never admit it. "Yo-o-u?"
@Arcturus
RE: maybe later dance - Arcturus - Apr 29 2025
@Vjira
RE: maybe later dance - Vjira - May 03 2025
Truthfully, Vjira has no reason. How do you explain that to a feline in so little words? Vjira just does things to do them - and sometimes that includes destruction for no reason. She eyes the space cat's fur made of gas and wills her colors to change. A gentle swath of colors overtakes her purple in spots in her attempt to mimic Arcturus' fur.
It's not the same, but with the distraction already finished, Vjira can focus again on Arcturus' question. If she were more clever she would say something like 'why does the greater hunt the lesser' or something but she's not so eloquent.
"Wh-y-y n-o-ot?"
@Arcturus
It's not the same, but with the distraction already finished, Vjira can focus again on Arcturus' question. If she were more clever she would say something like 'why does the greater hunt the lesser' or something but she's not so eloquent.
"Wh-y-y n-o-ot?"
RE: maybe later dance - Arcturus - May 27 2025
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