[Once he starts thinking, he can't stop. Feeding feels good—it's as simple as that. The texture. The chemical composition. He wants to do it again, on conscious and unconscious levels. There's something very wrong with him right now. Is this what it's like? Would he be dangerous to a human in this state?
If he saw a living human right now, what would he do?
...
The thought is bad enough alone (he knows what he would do.) but there's something else at the edge of that thought, and he isn't sure if it's imagination or memory.
Did.
Did he already hurt someone?
Silvally presses its chin down over him. It's his cue to—it's permission to—stay right where he is.
He's in roughly the same position he was before, when Rindo returns. Just folded over himself more tightly, head nearly tucked into his arms, with Silvally practically standing on tiptoe to lay its neck against him.
His tail is still slithering back and forth against the wall like a separate living thing. It's restless, as if trying to scratch an unscratchable itch; its tips claw at the ground over and over without ever properly digging down in.]
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Date: 2023-07-06 03:06 am (UTC)If he saw a living human right now, what would he do?
...
The thought is bad enough alone (he knows what he would do.) but there's something else at the edge of that thought, and he isn't sure if it's imagination or memory.
Did.
Did he already hurt someone?
Silvally presses its chin down over him. It's his cue to—it's permission to—stay right where he is.
He's in roughly the same position he was before, when Rindo returns. Just folded over himself more tightly, head nearly tucked into his arms, with Silvally practically standing on tiptoe to lay its neck against him.
His tail is still slithering back and forth against the wall like a separate living thing. It's restless, as if trying to scratch an unscratchable itch; its tips claw at the ground over and over without ever properly digging down in.]