โ a ๐ต๐๐ป๐ด๐ฟ๐ manner. Then, without another momentโs notice โ- ๐๐ข๐ข๐ ; the supe eaterโs a black-red blur, arms outstretched to tackle the other supe.
โะะพะธะณัะฐะน ัะพ ะผะฝะพะน ะฝะตะผะฝะพะณะพ, ะผััะพ...โ
Letting himself hover &. aimlessly topple in the air, stabilizing himself in an upside down position. Feisty, this one.
Very much like Fenrir. Hmโฆ
Planting his feet on the concrete, ever-glowing gaze raking over Lutherโs figure, almost inโ
โะั , ัั ะฐะผะตัะธะบะฐะฝะตัโฆโ a scoff. Reaching to snag the otherโs jaw &. look him over. Thereโs ๐ฉ coupled with that other scent. But he canโt eat him, not until heโs ripe.
Free hand, curious, prods at the other supeโs body, as if his โ
โฆ He doesnโt entirely know what answer he expected, but those things are activities heโs excluded from.
โ Homelander is โ โ Dead โ
โ Mama โ โฆ โ Did not come โ โ To kill me โ
โ What do I do โ
[โExperiment โฆ yes. I was sent here to eat Supes. ๐๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฆ, singular. Homelander.โ]
Mimicking the otherโs expression, pupils dilating. His head tilts forward, a gesture of mild submission from the mutt. [โYou do not smell like Mama. You โ
Eyebrow rises, he was not expecting the other to speak the same language he spoke, especially in a land that was not his own, a nation that was not his own.
โ(How is this possible? Some sort of experiment?)โ
Sniff, sniff, sniff.
Heโs thinking the same words, albeit in his mother tongue. A curious, almost innocent tilt of head.
[โWe are kin.โ] he declares in his native tongue, pupils blown wide.
Head turns to look behind him, nostrils flare as the otherโs scent fills his nose.
โI know that scent..โ He says, realizing how familiar it really is - as itโs one he shares.