Beast was confused--truth be told, aside from the ever-present fear, confused was all he was. Vazi was lashing out verbally (again), and one of the strangers had run up and shoved him, knocking him sideways, blinking and bewildered. He couldn't speak, not yet, or not more than a few words, so the rapid cry from the other cat was merely confusing. Still, it seemed to be urging him to move, so he did, running clumsily a few bounds in the direction Dustin had pushed him. Then he turned, looking at the stranger with, again, mere confusion--asking with his gaze what was going on, was he running the right way, why were they running?! Vazi's voice rang out harsh, and Beast--who'd run maybe twenty yards, then stopped--immediately turned back and flattened himself to the ground, ears pinned. He didn't know what was happening, but he didn't need to know. He knew that Vazi was furious, and when Vazi was furious, it was best to be somewhere else entirely... but not too far. Vazi would be furious if he didn't come fast enough when called, after all. With a frightened glance to the other cub, he tried his best to form a few words. They were very quiet, and filled with fear, and they were only echoes of Vazi's hate, but all Beast knew was that he didn't want the other cub to be stomped or gored by Vazi's tines. "L-listen... cub-filth," he urged the other cub, his voice a near-whisper. ______________

@Dustin @Hasira

DUSTIN LINK

I'll open my HEART and I'll find the WAY

Before he could even reach his target, but he felt a hoof embed itself in his side and he yelped as he skidded across the floor. The sharp point had scraped a decent wound into his side and he howled in fright, confusion and pain. Pain wasn't something he had felt before and he surprisingly still found himself near Beast as the cub re-positioned himself to the other side of the room. Gasping, he coudn't understand why his side hurt so much and why the man had decided to do such a thing. Beginning to cry, he shook his head determinedly and glared at the white cub who had called him filth, "Why... why is he doing such a thing!" It was a gasp of disbelief and he lent around to try and staunch the flow as he brushed his barbed tongue over his side.

Shaking, he had been afraid of the three-headed dog beast but at least he hadn't caused him this sensation. It made him absolutely sick and he found himself whimpering, the decent graze on his side having stopped and was beginning to scab over with weird fluid to get it to heal faster. You know what that stuff is.

I'LL STRUGGLE TO WALK WITHOUT FADING AWAY

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@Dorian @Beast @Hasira

DORIAN

"And when I walk the streets
kings and queens step aside"

Okay, stick for brains was really starting to…no, actually he’d been annoying from the moment he appeared. I had this great plan, and he just comes on in and destroyed everything. He happened to be just slightly too big for me to take down and eat…and stupidly in charge of a bunch of crazies. The white fluff seemed truly scared to death and stupid. Which, if he was hanging out with this skinny legged jerk, I could hardly blame him for the stupid part. And this other thing…with the black spots. Just, what was he doing? Maybe…maybe wait. Were the kittens trying to escape? I was like, the perfect timing guy and the distraction so the kitten slaves could leave? Oh, yeah. They were kinda brilliant then. I liked this plan. This was a good plan. So, I should totally do the distracting thing more?

But then the white guy…he called me cub-filth. Like I was some dirty creature. I was totally cool with my dinner calling me names. But a little white fluff? No no no.
And now mister spots goes and starts crying? Why was…oh he was injured. So those thin chew toys were sharp at the end. Important thing to remember. Had I been older and thought this through, I probably would’ve realized that none of this made any sense and would’ve just walked away. Instead, however, I was still heated about being called dirty. So, with no other reason I pounced at the white kitten, claws out and a tiny (unfortunately not very terrifying) snarl in my throat.

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"This is how I talk!"

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