Aeneas wasn’t entirely sure how he managed to get himself out of his bed—something about the pain meds combined with his fear-induced adrenaline rush made him move faster than his brain wanted to comprehend—but there he was, backing away awkwardly, steadily making his way for the exit. The splint on his back leg was taking some getting used to, making him unsteady at best, though at least he could still walk. Oh, the joys of being a quadruped.
”Don’t think that you can escape.”
The female Thessaly looked even larger on the ground, her posture swaggering, mandibles clicking as she stalked towards him. She was the perfect hunter, no doubt about it. Perhaps if Aeneas knew more about his own species’ history then he could make better assumptions about each gender’s role in the community, but as of right now? Females probably got the food. Females got the food and they definitely wore the pants in the family. Even Hesiod, who was considerably larger than this one cowering away from his nightmare creature, would’ve been completely overwhelmed…Aeneas was just a little scrap of meat to her.
So then. How does one get away from the perfect predator? How does one combine instinct and knowledge to escape the beast?
Thessaly crouched, legs bundling like the springs they were. Her front claws would be the first to hit, tearing through his fur and flesh like thin ribbons of uncooked meat; then her jaws would come down on his neck, instantly breaking his back, and if that didn’t kill him, the kick of her back legs to the delicate organs in his torso would.
These images flashed through Aeneas’s mind, and he panicked. “W—Wait!”
She stopped, relaxing and cocking her head. Last words much? She’s listening…
Aeneas turned tail and ran. This considerably harder with only three legs and one in a cast, but you’d better believe that he’s taking full advantage of those local anesthetics to get as much propulsion as possible. And now he’s coming down a hallway, his nightmare combining with that of another one as Thessaly came tearing after him, drool and blood flying from her open maw as she reached out to snap at his tail—
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”Don’t think that you can escape.”
The female Thessaly looked even larger on the ground, her posture swaggering, mandibles clicking as she stalked towards him. She was the perfect hunter, no doubt about it. Perhaps if Aeneas knew more about his own species’ history then he could make better assumptions about each gender’s role in the community, but as of right now? Females probably got the food. Females got the food and they definitely wore the pants in the family. Even Hesiod, who was considerably larger than this one cowering away from his nightmare creature, would’ve been completely overwhelmed…Aeneas was just a little scrap of meat to her.
So then. How does one get away from the perfect predator? How does one combine instinct and knowledge to escape the beast?
Thessaly crouched, legs bundling like the springs they were. Her front claws would be the first to hit, tearing through his fur and flesh like thin ribbons of uncooked meat; then her jaws would come down on his neck, instantly breaking his back, and if that didn’t kill him, the kick of her back legs to the delicate organs in his torso would.
These images flashed through Aeneas’s mind, and he panicked. “W—Wait!”
She stopped, relaxing and cocking her head. Last words much? She’s listening…
Aeneas turned tail and ran. This considerably harder with only three legs and one in a cast, but you’d better believe that he’s taking full advantage of those local anesthetics to get as much propulsion as possible. And now he’s coming down a hallway, his nightmare combining with that of another one as Thessaly came tearing after him, drool and blood flying from her open maw as she reached out to snap at his tail—