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LEGS DANGLED OVER THE EDGE, kicking out into the air, pretending for a moment she was running through the sky. looking down on the world with only thrill. no fear or concerns, no anticipation to fall. like she was untouchable way up by the clouds... but such was a DREAM, an image she could conjure only temporarily. nothing more that something she could wish for, to hope upon. but hope was such an i d i o t i c thing in her world. it set one up for ache, disappointment.
failure.
the heels of her shoes knocked against the building before top half of her flopped back, groaning upward to the expanse of twilight above. it was a beautiful view, calming and exhilarating. cat liked being high at night ( physically, not mentally ). she could see the skyline, could watch lights flicker on and wonder about all the little lives down there. yet, tonight, there was a summoning of a g o n y, her chest feeling as though it was being twisted. hands pressed against the fabric bunched around her neck, but no signs of anything unusual.
sometimes, reality simply hurt.
“don’t got any food on you, do you?” inquiry rose from her throat, recollecting her companion. perhaps a bite would distract her from the heavy weight of an existence that never seemed to alleviate.
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@requiemofrebellion said: “ i’m helping you, and that’s final. i’m not taking no for an answer. now. where’s your kitchen? i’m making us some comfort food. ” (hanma to kazutora, any verse!)
so you had a bad day starters
Kazutora stares blankly at Hanma for several seconds, looking hopelessly lost and torn on whether to believe Hanma was real or not. For one, seeing Hanma crawl in through his bedroom window in the middle of the night was closer to nightmare fuel than it was anything else. Or it would be to anyone other than maybe Kazutora. Secondly, he’s confused. It feels like most of the time he’s confused now, he’s not sure what day it is or what time it is or how he even got home. He still has the stained Valhalla jacket on, cold despite the fact he can’t tell if it’s actually cold or not.
There’s an agonizing pain in his head as he tries to make sense of the moment and how they got to this moment. He remembers Baji standing over him, he remembers….what else does he remember? He was…staying behind…staying while everyone else fled. Toman included. He’d sunk to the ground beside Baji’s body, and that’s where it felt like everything stopped. He vaguely recalls someone grabbing him. Or had it been two people? Three? He doesn’t remember who they were or what happened after that. He doesn’t remember much until now.
Hanma’s voice drags him back through the fog and Kazutora blinks up at Hanma, finally seeming to really register that he’s here. It’s probably the first time since turning on Baji that the tiger seemed present. “…Kitchen?” He parrots back weakly, brows furrowed together. “Right, it’s uh, it’s this way.” Kazutora grasps Hanma’s nearest hand and turns away to lead him and hide the silent sigh of relief. He can feel the warmth from Hanma’s hand seep into his cold one, offering reassurance that this isn’t a dream. Hanma IS real after all. Kazutora leads them through the dark apartment till they’re standing in the kitchen, where he flips on the light switch and winces at the bright light.
“ Help yourself to whatever you need. “ Kazutora offers softly, reluctant to let go of Hanma’s hand. But he does, knowing Hanma will need them, and instead he turns to point out where the pans and utensils are. He has no idea what Hanma plans on making anyways. Hell he doesn’t even know what all Hanma can make. He doesn’t know, he doesn’t know, he doesn’t- His head swims, static ringing in his ears.
Hanma’s here. Hanma hasn’t abandoned him. Hanma wasn't...scared of him?
He silently observes the other teen, anxiety ripping and clawing at his ribcage. His stomach growls loudly despite the fact Kazutora just wants comfort. He’s scared if he blinks, Hanma will disappear. His pale lips tremble with unsteady breaths before he steps closer and delicately wraps his arms around Hanma, face buried against his back. He feels like he’s drowning, and Hanma’s the one thing he can latch into to not be drowned under the waves of despair. His eyes squeeze shut, trying to hold back tears.
“ Thanks. “ His voice cracks halfway through the word, fingers curled into fists in Hanma’s shirt. He lingers a few seconds before he lets go. He gives Hanma freedom to work, hopping up onto the counter and drawing his knees close to his chest.
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The Aviraptor
Did you know? - Aviraptor social structure is loose and fluid. While the theropods prefer to hunt alone for small prey, they will occasionally group up to hunt larger creatures together. A flurry of sharp teeth and formidable sickle claws is too much for even large animals to handle. These hunting parties are small, no larger than five individuals at a time. Group dynamics are fluid, with aviraptors coming and going and the current ‘alpha’ changing between hunts. If group sizes get too large, the aviraptors will become territorial and may even begin fighting if they don’t disperse first. Likewise, if a group takes down a prey item they will only share with members of that hunting party. If an outsider comes along, even one that the group has hunted with before, the hunting party will jealously defend their catch.
As temperatures start to cool and leaves start to fall, the aviraptor goes through an interesting behavioral change. The theropod becomes uncharacteristically… agreeable. This mainly comes in the form of their group dynamics, as aviraptor packs become larger and infighting greatly decreases. Because autumn is their mating season, this allows the aviraptors to congregate together to begin mate selection without the risk of fights breaking out between potential partners. Their agreeability means that aviraptors use their brightly colored wings and feathers in dazzling mating displays as opposed to the fighting that they would otherwise employ during the rest of the year. In fact, during fall, their colors will become even more vibrant to increase their chances of finding a mate.
While it makes sense that these aviraptors will become more tolerant of each other during this time, it is their interactions with other creatures that baffle behavioralists. Aside from the small prey that makes up most of their diets, the aviraptors' curiosity for other creatures begins to err on the side of friendliness. This can be unfortunate as, if someone were to be introduced to this species during this time, they may have the misconception that these creatures are curious and amiable. This illusion would be quickly broken if they were to meet these same creatures once the seasons shift again.
Still, there are those who eagerly await the fall season so they can get up close and personal with these dangerous predators. And every year, there are those handful that learn the hard way that, agreeability or not, all predators are capable of showing their true colors if pushed.
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