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Who: Renart
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[Renart does not want to be here. Sure, being out in space has to be a step up from that post-apocalyptic wasteland. Space is one of the few places she's never actually been to before, and since she's always wanted to she should be thrilled.

But there are important people back in that stupid wasteland. Ones that are liable to get into dangerous, possibly deadly situations without her there to keep them safe. She's hoping they've been pulled here too. Finding out is her main priority as she fiddles with her communicator, eventually figuring out how to send a quick message to the network at large.]

Since I happen to be completely mundane
Absolutely unremarkable
And entirely forgettable
Why don't you tell me about yourselves?

Where are you from? What is your home like?

I'll let you know when you can stop talking ฅ(^･ω･^ฅ)

[At the very least, maybe she can hunt down a few of them. Or people who know them.]

Oh, and does there happen to be a curated list of every individual who has been pulled here?

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[After she's demolished those pudding deserts and figured out how to get down to the actual planet she'll be doing just that in hopes of finding someone familiar. Thankfully no one seems to care too much about her ears and tail which means she doesn't bother hiding them - though, having to contend with such an affectionate civilization quickly wears thin and after several hours of searching she takes a break, making her way to the edge of the forests. For an animal Fairy Tale such as herself it's more relaxing, even if she doubts she's likely to find anyone important away from the hustle and bustle of the markets. Sadly, the friends she has in mind don't entirely share her preference for nature. They're all human, or were human, or are human-y. Not animals, basically.

Still, it doesn't mean she can't enjoy herself for a little while before she resumes searching. She'll keep her messenger bag (and her Story) close as she wanders through the trees, ears twitching in response to every subtle noise in the vicinity.]

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[ Hopefully Renart won't be too discouraged if she traverses a bit further in and hears the sound of wet chewing. Sascha's split off from Bigby on a rare mini-hunt of his own, just because on this planet he can actually indulge in it.

He hasn't taken down an animal per say, rather one of the local velociraptors he'd managed to not only find, but take down. At the cost of a good portion of his shoulder, neck, and part of his shirt, but by the time Renart gets close enough to hear him that will be healed up and he'll...well, be ripping into the thing with his bare hands and teeth, tearing off chunks of flesh and even going so far as to crush bones and shatter chunks of those off for consumption as well.

TOTALLY NORMAL FIRST MEETING RIGHT. ]

[Yes, a perfectly normal thing to stumble onto.

Renart hears the noises first (obviously) and incorrectly assumes it's a wild animal situation. But no, that does indeed appear to be a human tearing a dinosaur up. Never having eaten a dinosaur, she wasn't aware that they were edible. Or no longer extinct, for that matter.

This whole deal is kind of weird, okay. She just raises an eyebrow and stops where she is, because she doesn't want to surprise him and possibly wind up as dinner. She isn't Chauntecleer, for christ's sake. Hanging back far enough to make a quick exit if necessary is the smartest move, and her ears flatten since this is obviously a human-looking-predator-thing.

But she's curious.]

What does that even taste like?

Ghhhph-- [ He is the most elegant, and that undignified sound as well as the way he freezes right up only to turn to her with wide eyes behind his ridiculous shades, lips pressed together and cheeks stuffed with fresh flesh only enforces this. Okay. He definitely does not look ridiculous, or like he's been caught taking cookies from the cookie jar.

What he will do though is hastily swallow and cough a little, sputtering as he holds up is hands in defense--like he expects to be in trouble. ]

--I'll clean it up! I'm sorry!

[This would probably traumatize a regular person, let's be real here. Thankfully Renart has seen enough violence in her lifetime that it isn't a bother. Being an animal helps too, she's eaten her share of prey (and predators).

Though, his reaction is rather funny. Is this not some completely normal thing to find? Least predator response ever, wow.]

Why are you apologizing to me? I don't care if you strip that carcass clean.

You....you don't?? [ That is also not an expected reaction. Maybe some yelling, some mortification or demands to know what he's doing. Instead, this girl is incredibly...blase. Like this is normal and Sascha's the one who's odd for getting worked up.

He's so lost. ]

No.

[Alright, one or both of them is clearly missing something here. She's almost wondering if he isn't supposed to be eating the dinosaur, if there's some rule around here against it... but then, she isn't the type to bother with rules. Maybe he's just embarrassed.]

Why should I?

I...um. I...dunno... [ Sascha runs the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing some of the blood away. ]

It isn't...gross? To you?

[Not the most intimidating predator around, is he?]

Please. I'm a fox. I'm used to seeing animals eat this way.

[ Noooot...quite. He's terrifying in scent only, which is why most animals run or bare fang and claw at him. ]

--You're a fox??

Yes.

[For emphasis she's letting her tail curl around herself briefly. That is most definitely a fluffy, fluffy fox tail.]

[ ...Holy craop. That really is a tail. And with her ears no longer bent back he can see those too, and that's about the moment Sascha just looks awed, meal entirely forgotten. ]

You have a tail!

No, really? I hadn't noticed.

[Well, she doesn't mind the awe. As long as he doesn't touch her tail or ears he's good.]

[ But that's what he wants to do the most right now despite the fact that is hands are covered in blood :c ]

But you have a human body and stuff--are you like the other girl??

[That would ruin her fur, have some common sense Sascha.]

I don't know who you're talking about. [And since he said girl he obviously doesn't mean the only other foxperson she knows, so she isn't interested.] I could be an entire fox, if I wanted.

[Which... actually isn't a lie. She noticed that upon arrival here, that kind of power seemed to be back in her body. She has no idea why, but she isn't going to question it when it's a lovely gift.]

Does that mean you can turn into one right now?? [ Please say yes Renart please say yes this is so important you don't know. ]

Hmm, I suppose I could.

[She's opportunistic, though.]

I don't see why I would want to, though.

[ gdi Renart playing with his heart ]

If I ask really nice can you show me?? Please?

[Just a little.]

Maybe. I'd like to try some of that dinosaur, too. And I'll need somewhere safe to store my belongings.

Oh--yeah, sure! Um... I kinda made a mess....did you want any particular part of it? [ Because Sascha literally just ripped out it's stomach and was in the process of chewing through its rib cage when she showed up. The innards are mostly gone already. ]

Is there any offal left?

[She is 100% serious about that.]

........Yyyy...es? What's an offal?

The internal organs. They're the best part of any prey.

Oh! Um... There's....a little left. Sorry? I ate a lot of them already.

How rude of you. [She sighs exaggeratedly.] I suppose I'll take whatever's left, as well as some thigh meat.

I didn't know I was gonna share...! [ He's sorryyyyy :c but look at him now! He's scooping out the remainders of the innzards for her with his hands and just sort of...holding them up for her. ]

You can have them!

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