It's an unfathomably odd experience to be holding a very fuzzy tiny behemoth in his jaws and have that fur give way to cloth, leather and metal. But it doesn't register as a threat or an attack, nothing seems suddenly aggressive, and after a long measuring moment, dangling the ex-Turk in his teeth, the chimera sets him down next to one of the abused cars, picking up the discarded half-plucked fowl with one free forelimb and settling on the ground MUCH too close for most people's comfort.
It's not an accident either that this places Vincent directly between him and the vehicle, and further escape means climbing over the car or climbing over Sephiroth. It satisfies three of the mixed sets of instincts, his point hopefully thoroughly made, and to emphasize it, enjoy his just desserts directly in front of the hunter who had caught it originally.
Which means pulling off the rest of the remaining feathers first before crunching away contentedly, the stinging damp of his injuries to be dealt with later. He COULD eat it in one bite but then it wouldn't be the proper display of station and privilege it's meant to be. It takes exactly three delicious chomps in, the endless grinding hunger for something fresher and bloodier than a nicely cooked pancake finally somewhat soothed that it occurs to him that he's working on a dead, raw, uncleaned, unprocessed animal. And pauses.
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It's not an accident either that this places Vincent directly between him and the vehicle, and further escape means climbing over the car or climbing over Sephiroth. It satisfies three of the mixed sets of instincts, his point hopefully thoroughly made, and to emphasize it, enjoy his just desserts directly in front of the hunter who had caught it originally.
Which means pulling off the rest of the remaining feathers first before crunching away contentedly, the stinging damp of his injuries to be dealt with later. He COULD eat it in one bite but then it wouldn't be the proper display of station and privilege it's meant to be. It takes exactly three delicious chomps in, the endless grinding hunger for something fresher and bloodier than a nicely cooked pancake finally somewhat soothed that it occurs to him that he's working on a dead, raw, uncleaned, unprocessed animal. And pauses.