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โด #PredatorRP
โด #MVRP
โด #HorrorRP
โด #FightRP
โด Any verse
โด OC Friendly
โด 18+ violent themes
โด Descriptive RP
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@FlyingKick3r -- apparent that he took notice of the scar by brushing aside the fur to more distinctly see the old cut. He wondered if there was a greater reason she didn't go close to civilization.
"<Human... blade?>"
@FlyingKick3r He accepted the hand up, but quickly noted how banged up the doe was. Still, he allowed her to lead on to the springs. He was curious about them.
As he walked alongside her, his single eye darted a peek at the scar on her cheek. He reached out with a digit and made it --
@FlyingKick3r -- not be welcome in populated spaces and perhaps for good reason.
He scratched at the spot she had traced over. The scars really didn't feel anything now. They were just reminders of close calls.
@FlyingKick3r He was quiet, but attentive to her words. The healing ways known here on earth could be worth a try if he ever got around to trying them when he wasn't busy.
"<Won't go... near humans...>" It was of course difficult to explore these things as an otherworldly creature. He would--
@FlyingKick3r -- arms, and legs.
"<Not fast anymore.>" It seemed as though all his experiences began to weigh him down. While he might have lived to be the victor in many battles, each time, he had to contend with a new injury, a missing eye, or a broken limb. It took a toll on his body.
@FlyingKick3r -- fast. Can't catch... you.>" He remarked on her statement that made it seem as though she survived out of sheer luck. For him, it was more than that. Clearly, he was outmatched in speed.
He then drags his fingers across his eye scar, then to other scars all over his body, --
@FlyingKick3r -- are you?>" He felt need to ask. He knew little of this creature he went toe to toe with. She had earned his respect and acknowledgement for who or what she was.
@FlyingKick3r Now he was left looking at her with a blank stare. Maybe it was lost on him.
"<Lumberin'...>" He gestured a hand to himself more appropriately. Perhaps he understood some of it after all. Maybe she was right in calling him that.
That then begged a new question.
"<What --
@FlyingKick3r -- "<Lumberin'.>" he repeated. The more complicated lingo was lost on him, but he hoped that was something good as well. He'd accept it.
"<You... lumberin'>" He returned the comment, not aware of what he was fully saying, but imagined it was good to say it back.
@FlyingKick3r Feeling her lean against him, he gave a pretty strong reaction, head turning rapidly and mandibles flaring as if with a bit of annoyance, though, he did nothing about it. Hardly any Earth creature was this friendly. He wasn't used to it. He looked forward and huffed. --
@FlyingKick3r He was quiet, as if listening carefully to every word.
"<Family... will know... honor... from you.>" it was his way of reassuring that her efforts would be acknowledged.
"<Hunt decides who is strong. Who lives... who dies... who commands most respect.>" he felt the need -- to
@FlyingKick3r -- what he has heard was a bit difficult, but his question should have been clear enough. It was only fair to ask why she'd sought battle and why she came all this way looking for what was possibly just a myth.
@FlyingKick3r The boldness of her to touch his face was surprising. He flinched out of instinct at first but remained still after, his remaining eye watchful.
"<Fight. Often>" by the looks of his scarred body, it was the truth.
"<You fight... why...?>" stringing together words from only --
@FlyingKick3r -- sat up, arms rested on his knees.
He then gestured a hand to his chest. "<...Ahab.>"
A different voice came from him, perhaps belonging to someone who had given him that name. Regardless, he was sharing the name now.
@FlyingKick3r -- well. They had been at it for a while now. Maybe it was best to rest now.
"<This is as far as I go.>" Another phrase he learned from listening to humans talk. It seemed he was at his limit as well. All this throwing around and being thrown was starting to wear him down. He --