D A M O N D & T H O K O
The mere words that flowed from this lass's maw made their way to his hearing holes in time for him to tune her out. The only real food that he had was the things he scavaged on his own. Though the usual response to his 'cannibal' nature was fear and disgust, it seemed as if the female was more curious -- to him at least. He had found enough reasons on why he was the way he was. It was as the white pelted said, the only food is the meat that became filthy by the human's wrenched hands. Any other meat was scooped up by the packs. In all the chaos, Damond found a way to ignore the ones who took from him. In the end, he'd get his revenge on the fools who made him starve for so long. Damond's trouble was Thoko's touble, knowing that the little rasscle was famished as well. He cut off his thoughts to come in contact with the dame's words, even though they were all too familiar to the two.
Thoko listened to the question, only shaking his skull slowly in response. The fact that she'd even ask about being food was a dull move, especially infront of his companion. Why would anyone want to put themselves in a position like that? Mentioning being prey in front of the one hunting was sure to end badly. Lifting his paw to clamp it against his face was all he could manage to do. A long, agitated sigh slithered out of the rabbit's mouth. "No. If Damond were going to scarf you down, he would of just snuck up on you and did it like usual." Those words caught Damond's stern look, knowing that his usual attempts were now put out by his own familiar. Only a fool, to Damond, would put any information out to a complete stranger.
The large brute's expression cleared itself, showing a more devilish look towards the fae. "Well let's just end it with I'm not very hungry right now.. or else I would be eating what you're having there, hm Thoko?"[/i] He diverted his gaze to the small rabbit that was almost glued to his side, making the remark about Thoko. Once as a pup, he had tried to chomp down on Thoko, knowing that he was considered food by other species. It was at that instant that Thoko fought back, leaving a very convincing bruise on little Damond's eye socket. It was that reason that Thoko was looked upon as a friend, other than the prey. The will to fight back was still in the brown bunny, even after knowing that he would eventually become someone else's food.
Thoko's pupils rolled over onto the side, fixing onto a strand of grass that poked out of the patch of dirt near them. He remained silent, seeing there was nothing else for him to nagg about. Damond, on the other hand, put his full attention on the damsel, hearing her answer his question with a question. He replied instantly, raising his brows upwards a bit. "Well lass, a tree looks like it's full of life, but truely, it's slowly rotting on the inside. So, you would be the one to tell me whether those words match up to your status." He finished, grining and showing off his, suprisingly, pearly white canines.
When finally hearing her name, it made Damond's eye lids hover over his sockets half way. Suitana. It seemed so spicy and interesting -- which he liked. "Suitana, eh? It's a pleasure to meet you. You may call me Damond..." With that spoken, the tables were turned on Thoko, awaiting to hear him introduce himself as well. Instead, he just kept his deep stare on the ground, huffing a bit. The patience in Damond would of been expected to grow thin, but he was still calmer than ever. "My familiar here is named Thoko. So you mentioned something about packs? Would you happen to know where they are --- out of curiousity of course."[/b] The things he planned on doing to the packs were unimaginable. They kept the food to themselves, leaving Damond with rotting meat? Absolutely not.
