Rocks are the opposite of trees, yeah? I mean, I've NEVER seen a rock and a tree hang out... so that makes it like water and fire.
You won't ever see fire in water. Likewise, you won't ever see a rock IN a tree, TOTAL OPPOSITES.
So, quick clarification since that ASSHOLE mute can't explain things for shit. Moth heard some cops talking about some coordinated hunt for a 'WOLF' in the woods. He came home, FINALLY FUCKING UNTIED ME, and we followed the the cop people and their pet proxies into the woods... because that wasn't a SHIT idea or anything.
BAM! We find out that the cops are hunting a Feralling. BAM! We find out they are using a less feral feralling to hunt it. BAM! We find out they are going to kill the less feral feralling in fear that it will live up to its name sake and, you know, GO FERAL.
BBBBAAAAAMMMM. We let them kill the feral feralling and steal the unferal feralling before they can kill him! WE'RE FUCKING HEROES AND SHIT.
That said... I don't think I trust this thing. I mean I know I was the one who invited it to follow us and it would make a great ally and stuff being fast and strong and shit, but hes twitchy as fuck and the way he glares at and eyes me... the last person who looked at me like that tried to kill me.
I should just kill him NOW and save myself the trouble.
"Okay, what the FUCK is your problem?!"
"Can you... please stop moving around so much. The constant movement and your bright red hair is fucking with me."
"Fuck you! YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY HAIR?"
"No but your constant darting around is fucking with my prey drive and the eye catching color of your hair..." said the Feralling reaching out his clawed hand toward me before clenching it into a misshaped fist, "...makes me want to pounce. So please... sit still."
And so we've taken to tying his hands behind his back and BLINDFOLDING him so he won't ATTACK me.
He seemed a little upset about it but didn't fight us when we did it.
... Hehehe. He said he LIKES my hair~!
Picasso Entry End.