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driftfleet2016-07-30 11:29 am
pneumo) wrote in driftfleet2016-07-30 11:29 am
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Who: Sascha, Bigby, & Kurt
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Planetside!
When: While on the planet of touchy-feels
[ It's not the first hunt Sascha's been on. When he'd been picked up by vampires he'd come along with them plenty of times while they picked up human prey. He hadn't taken any for himself, what with having been "raised" by them for his first month, but he knew the process of stalking one's meal, waiting for the opportune moment and going in to strike. He just hasn't...done it a lot himself. Most of the meals he's come across in his own world were dead before he got there and he's never really had much of a taste for trying to chase game.
Until now anyway.
He can't keep up with Bigby on his hunts but the wolf's agreed to offer some help with Sascha's since...well, he might as well now that they're on a planet that facilitates it. There's a myriad of scents and aromas to find and sort through, but one thing remains as easy as it ever was: he can always smell food. Which is why his nostrils are flared and he moves through the thick brush with wide, keen eyes and purpose, and very odd sense of thrill in his gut. He's never stalked prey proper before. Is this what it's always like?? A rush of one's heart, a desire to run down and catch?
Because if so... ]
This is great. [ He whispers it, voice quiet but excited as he hovers close to Bigby's side. ]
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Planetside!
When: While on the planet of touchy-feels
[ It's not the first hunt Sascha's been on. When he'd been picked up by vampires he'd come along with them plenty of times while they picked up human prey. He hadn't taken any for himself, what with having been "raised" by them for his first month, but he knew the process of stalking one's meal, waiting for the opportune moment and going in to strike. He just hasn't...done it a lot himself. Most of the meals he's come across in his own world were dead before he got there and he's never really had much of a taste for trying to chase game.
Until now anyway.
He can't keep up with Bigby on his hunts but the wolf's agreed to offer some help with Sascha's since...well, he might as well now that they're on a planet that facilitates it. There's a myriad of scents and aromas to find and sort through, but one thing remains as easy as it ever was: he can always smell food. Which is why his nostrils are flared and he moves through the thick brush with wide, keen eyes and purpose, and very odd sense of thrill in his gut. He's never stalked prey proper before. Is this what it's always like?? A rush of one's heart, a desire to run down and catch?
Because if so... ]
This is great. [ He whispers it, voice quiet but excited as he hovers close to Bigby's side. ]
ditto <3 also you will never be as slow as me
He leans forward for a better angle, his feet and one hand curling around the branch. That tight grip is what keeps him from falling when Bigby's sudden reappearance startles him enough to jerk. Then the chase is on, bringing to mind memories of hunts with Victor clearly enough that Kurt finds his heart racing. His eyes snap to the scarred up grey beast the minute the wolf shouts it out, his legs tensing as Sascha takes off after it. Mouthing snippets of advice, Kurt glances off to see if any of the creature's brethren have developed a heroic side; or, unlikely as it is, if Bigby needs help corralling them.]