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flint_garou) wrote2012-05-10 12:45 pm
flint_garou) wrote2012-05-10 12:45 pm
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Bawnfruit squirrels.
Poor thing died a few hours later. Unchecked Wyld, it's not a good thing.
10 May, 2012
The moon is in the waning Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (70% full).
Early afternoon finds Alexandra and Ky on one of their infrequent trips out to Edgewood. While Nik may have dropped them off, he didn't stick around, and the two have the field to themselves just at the moment. "Okay. So now we wait on Flint to get here, and then we can all poke around a bit. Good to get out of the city for at least a little while."
"I agree," Ky says, arms stretching up over his head until his back arches a little. "So glad I can come out here again. Things were getting claustrophobic at the Vault." As his arms drop, he hops up and down a couple of times, looking at the Cliath.
It takes a bit longer, but Flint comes walking down the driveway from Sunrise road, having been dropped off at the street. Sweater has been ditched for sweatshirt now tied around his waist, and when he spots the two Shadow Lords, he breaks into a run aiming for Alexandra. "Hey!" He skids to a halt and then hugs the Ahroun, without giving her much time to protest, then turns towards the Ragabash. "Hey Ky."
It's a nice day. Sun shining, sky blue, breeze pleasant, etc. Birds singing in the tre— actually, no. They had been singing, but there's now a slow silence from the treeline, the distinct lack of noise that accompanies a predator when the birds are trying not to become food.
Ky glances toward the treeline when Flint comes running, though his attention returns to the Galliard as he's greeted, the lack of songbird noise being dismissed for the running approach. "Hey, Flint-rhya," he replies in kind, bowing his head slightly.
There's no protest at the hug from her friend, quite the opposite, given that Alexandra returns it, together with a grin, though her comment is directed at Ky. "And this one probably hasn't left his workshop except to sleep—if he left it for that—in days or more, so needing to get out is just as true for him." She glances over toward the treeline at the sudden silence, looking to see if it's another Garou that might be the cause.
Flint laughs and grins. "Not true," he protests. "I went and. I met Holland-rhya this morning. And. Not in the workshop." Whether he'd left the workshop in weeks before that is dubious indeed, given that Flint doesn't make mention of it, but his attention also turns to the treeline. "Huh," he voices.
Silence. There's silence. From the birds, anyway. From deeper within the forest, the sound of movement. Many small things, rather than one large thing, leaves rustling and boughs creaking.
Alexandra considers the treeline, and then looks to the other two. "Well, we wanted to poke around out here. I don't know about you, but I think a direction just presented itself."
Ky might have another quip to share, implied by his grin at the pair. But it's withheld as he looks at the woods again. His head tilts slight, an ear angled toward the trees. He takes a couple of steps toward it, listening carefully, watching the forest.
"Sure," Flint agrees easily, shouldering his backpack and tightening the straps a little bit so that it doesn't fall off. He looks at the forest a bit more, and takes a few steps towards it, before looking at Alexandra. "Should. Should I?" The half-question is posed. "Could, talk to it," he explains to Ky, but the galliard's definitely waiting for Alexandra's yes/no on the matter.
Rustle. Rustle. Creak. Rustle.
And then the decision is taken out of proto-pack hands. Bursting out of the treeline and heading directly for the trio is a pack of the five strangest squirrels known to man or wolf. Ranging in size from normal to pitbull, they have varying colouration ranging from browns to greens to BRIGHT PINK. One has wings, another has antenna and is stumbling around drunkenly, while two of the others seem to be developing additional legs and a second tail. It looks like these guys have found some ripe bawnfruit.
Alexandra has already started toward the woodline when the pack of mutant squirrels bursts out of the trees, coming to a halt when they do and keeping a wary eye on them. "Give it a try," she tells Flint. "We can hope there's still enough of them left to answer."
"What…" The question goes unfinished as Ky glances behind to Flint and Lex. He shakes his head slightly and looks at the oncoming critters, if they can be called critters, and drops into lupus. Another couple of steps forward are taken, a faint growl and glint of teeth shown, but overall nothing truly aggressive posed to the squirrels. Yet.
Flint nods once at Alexandra, and when he speaks, his voice is tinged with the beast speech Gift. "Hello. Easy, slow down. Slow down, please," he says, even as he's shifting slowly to Glabro in case they don't.
The pitbull-sized squirrel, in a fetching shade of green, immediately goes for Ky, identifying a threat. The almost-normal-sized squirrel with the wings darts around, trying to land on or near Flint but having difficulty controlling altitude and direction beyond a general 'that way'. The one with antennae is still reeling from side to side, unable to cope with the additional sensory information in a sensible pattern. Finally, the two with additional legs and tails fall over near Alexa, struggling to find some kind of balance.
With none of the squirrels responding to Flint's attempt to communicate, Alexandra turns her attention to the one that's hostile. "Probably not a good idea to bite it, given its condition," she cautions as she blurs to crinos and lunges forward to swipe at the creature with her claws.
True Arrow matches the pitbull sized squirrel's aggression, bolting toward it when it starts for him. Mindful of where the Ahroun's claws are going, he angles to avoid those and, despite the warning, sink teeth into some vital area.
Flint grins toothily, and then sighs. "I don't think, it. We were a threat until someone," and there's a pointed look at Kyler, though not entirely annoyed, "shifted." He glances at the two of them and then raises an arm for the winged squirrel to land on. "Come on," he says, back to the Gift once more. "Relax, it's okay."
The pixie-squirrel nosedives into Flint's armpit with a loud squeak, while the two many-legged-tailed ones, each about the size of a housecat, fall together. And seem to… merge, forming a confused siamese squirrel joined along the back and hips, their flesh almost seeming liquid.
Meanwhile, Pitbull-Squirrel gets a mouthful of Ky's ruff and a bit of flesh, hissing and growling aggressively, seeming heedless of the claws and teeth ripping into it, though they certainly make contact and cause grievous wounds.
True Arrow's mouth opens a beat after it closes, however not for long. Despite the foul taste, his head twists further and he gives another bite at the too-large squirrel, aiming for throat. Something to his posture implies debate over actions later, muddled in the business of chewing on squirrel.
Seeks-Raging-Water takes a moment to glance back over toward Flint, making sure he's not in any danger from the ones near him, before returning her attention to the pitbull sized squirrel. The Ahroun reaches down to grab the creature by the scruff of the neck and lift it off the ground, this time, hopefully keeping it from being able to bite either her or True Arrow.
Flint carefully cradles the pixie-squirrel and pets it, and his voice is tinged with a bit of Persuasion now, "It's okay. I know. Bad fruit," he says, addressing all of the squirrels really. "It'll wear off, just calm down and relax."
The pitbull-squirrel rages impotently as it is lifted off the ground, clawing and thrashing and frothing like a toddler with a tantrum. Ky's neck-wound is shallow but stinging like a biznatch, like salt on a wound.
The siamese squirrel thrashes around on the floor, both sets of legs trying to gain purchase… but since they're merged back to back, this isn't happening. Finally, pixie-squirrel tries to burrow into Flint's hand and chest, shaking and wings buzzing loudly as it squeaks.
Seeks-Raging-Water stares at the thing in her hand, and asks the other two, ~We obviously can't let them get anywhere that a human could see them, or they're a potential veil breach, and this one could kill someone. Do either of you know if mutations this severe even will wear off?~
Wyld taint, might not. True Arrow gives himself a shake, then bows to rub his muzzle against the ground. Bad taste.
Flint continues to try and pet the pixie-squirrel, allowing it to try and nest in his shirt and hand. "Calm down," he repeats to it, "I know, relax, it's okay," and then he turns to the other two members of his proto-pack, maintaining the quiet tone of voice but no longer utilising either gift. "No clue whether they do. I. I know that if. If a Garou eats the fruit, it. It wears off, but." A shrug follows.
Pitbull continues to thrash and rage impotently, while his siamese sibling mewls and cries on the floor, the voice eerily similar to a human baby. Antenna is still stumbling around confused, emitting sharp cries of pain when the antenna bump anything like a weed or stone. Pixie chitters in a frightened manner, before sinking teeth into Flint's hand.
True Arrow sits up after a moment of face rubbing, ears slanting back slightly. His head doesn't follow his body up, and his posture takes on a definite 'sick' look. As if he may lose his lunch in any second.
Seeks-Raging-Water replies, ~But we heal fast. They don't. Killing them quickly may be kinder than letting them die on their own.~ She takes a moment to study the creatures. Perhaps Fatal Flaw will tell her something interesting, perhaps it'll only make it a little easier to kill them, but the one in her hand is about to suffer additional claw trauma, either way. If possible, though, she'll make it quick.
Flint winces, and turns to look at the pixie-squirrel, and his voice is chiding but level as he tells it, "I taste bad, don't bite me. Just relax and calm down." A nod is given to Alexandra. "True."
The pitbull-squirrel squeals and rages a moment longer as Alexandra efficiently disembowles it, guts spilling all over the floor. It dies with a confused whimper, the light going out of its eyes. Pixie-squirrel cowers in Flint's hands, wings buzzing fit to give it a heart attack, but it at least doesn't bite him again.
With those spilling of guts, the Ragabash's lunch follows. Almost simultaneous to the splash of viscera, a rainbow of colors is heaved up not once but twice, leaving the cub to back away between and shake himself off after.
With the aggressive squirrel dead, the Shadow Lord Ahroun shifts back down to glabro. She looks to True Arrow, first. She does not, at least, tell him 'I told you so', settling instead on, "Anything other than nausea?"
True Arrow gives himself another shake, from ears to tail, before looking up at Lex. Better now, he states, ears twisting toward her. No more sick.
Flint continues to gently pet the cowering pixie-squirrel. "So what do we do, with, with the rest of them?" he asks of Alexandra.
Alexandra asks Flint, "Can you convince them to go back into the woods and keep well away from humans? There's probably a lot stranger than them out on the bawn now, so they'd at least be able to live as best they could, whether their condition wears off or not. And if any of them are in too much pain," she eyes the one with the antenna at that, "then we can at least make it quick for them."
True Arrow huffs and approaches the antennaed squirrel, pressing his nose at it. Go, he tells it. Not squirrel place here.
Flint pets the pixie-squirrel, and clears his throat as he moves to let it go. "Go back to the woods," he instructs the squirrels, as calmly and persuasively as he can. "Don't eat more fruit. Fruit bad. Find good food."
Alexandra looks between Flint and the squirrels. "Now to hope that they listen. We'll burn this one, to make sure the body isn't found. Given Ky's reaction to it, I don't think any predators would eat it, anyway."
The pixie squirrel clings to Flint's hand, little claws digging in as if he were a tree it were trying to climb. The antenna-squirrel continues to whine and stumble, while the siamese-squirrels writhe in impotent motions, almost like a squirrel-spider of sorts.
True Arrow nudges the antenna-squirrel again, pushing with his nose to get the creepy little beastie toward the woods. Go. Now.
Flint watches the antenna-squirrel and the siamese-squirrel for a moment, and says, with a tone of sadness, and says to Lex and Ky, "They… they won't survive, out there." The pixie-squirrel, on the other hand, gets a bit of a look. "I'm not the woods," he tells it, softly, even while he pets the silly looking thing on the head. "Go to the woods, you. You belong there." On the other hand, there's no Persuasion behind the words, and the Galliard doesn't seem particularly inclined to force the creature one way or the other.
Alexandra nods her agreement with Flint as she regards the two mutant squirrels that seem unable—as opposed to unwilling—to leave with pity, and shifts back up to the warform. With little else she can do for them, she'll do her best to keep the poor creatures from suffering any further as she finishes them off, at least.
The pixie continues to cling to Flint, even though its wings work like crazy—a real divergence in behaviour. Meanwhile the siamese and antenna-bearing squirrels die with little fanfare; the former cries like a human baby as it is gracefully disemboweled, the latter dies with shrieks and whines.
True Arrow scrambles backward when Lex lays claws into the one he'd been nudging. A huff follows it's death and he turns away from it to look at the winged one that Flint still holds.
Flint sighs and looks at the squirrel. "I… Don't. Don't make me, regret this," is said, but not with the gift of beast speech, and with a glance, the galliard tries to get the squirrel to climbing on his shirt rather than hand, shifting down to homid as he does so. The squirrel gets a final appraising glance, and then, "Alright, you can stay. Let's figure out, what. What to do with you. And do NOT, no biting."
Alexandra shifts back down to homid as well, her unpleasant task complete. She considers Flint and his new companion. "Well…maybe you could get someone to buy a rabbit cage for you? That ought to be big enough to hold it comfortably."
The winged squirrel twists claws into the shirt, clinging like a pro. The wings continue to beat fit to give it a heart-attack, making the fabric sway and bob a little uncomfortably. It doesn't seem inclined to bite, thankfully.
True Arrow shifts to homid last, continuing to watch the final living squirrel. "What're you going to do if it doesn't change back?"
Flint raises his shoulders in a shrug. "I. I don't know, yet," Flint admits. "For now, I. I wonder if. I think I have an apple, in my backpack." The Glass Walker pets the little climbing creature every so often, trying not to get in the way of the wings, and now addresses it again. "Relax, calm down," are said, with that persuasive tone. "Let's see if. If we can find you some good food."
While Flint is busy getting acquainted with her new pet, Alexandra disappears into the house long enough to get some matches, then returns and gathers the bodies of the ones she killed in a good spot for a fire.
10 May, 2012
The moon is in the waning Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (70% full).
Early afternoon finds Alexandra and Ky on one of their infrequent trips out to Edgewood. While Nik may have dropped them off, he didn't stick around, and the two have the field to themselves just at the moment. "Okay. So now we wait on Flint to get here, and then we can all poke around a bit. Good to get out of the city for at least a little while."
"I agree," Ky says, arms stretching up over his head until his back arches a little. "So glad I can come out here again. Things were getting claustrophobic at the Vault." As his arms drop, he hops up and down a couple of times, looking at the Cliath.
It takes a bit longer, but Flint comes walking down the driveway from Sunrise road, having been dropped off at the street. Sweater has been ditched for sweatshirt now tied around his waist, and when he spots the two Shadow Lords, he breaks into a run aiming for Alexandra. "Hey!" He skids to a halt and then hugs the Ahroun, without giving her much time to protest, then turns towards the Ragabash. "Hey Ky."
It's a nice day. Sun shining, sky blue, breeze pleasant, etc. Birds singing in the tre— actually, no. They had been singing, but there's now a slow silence from the treeline, the distinct lack of noise that accompanies a predator when the birds are trying not to become food.
Ky glances toward the treeline when Flint comes running, though his attention returns to the Galliard as he's greeted, the lack of songbird noise being dismissed for the running approach. "Hey, Flint-rhya," he replies in kind, bowing his head slightly.
There's no protest at the hug from her friend, quite the opposite, given that Alexandra returns it, together with a grin, though her comment is directed at Ky. "And this one probably hasn't left his workshop except to sleep—if he left it for that—in days or more, so needing to get out is just as true for him." She glances over toward the treeline at the sudden silence, looking to see if it's another Garou that might be the cause.
Flint laughs and grins. "Not true," he protests. "I went and. I met Holland-rhya this morning. And. Not in the workshop." Whether he'd left the workshop in weeks before that is dubious indeed, given that Flint doesn't make mention of it, but his attention also turns to the treeline. "Huh," he voices.
Silence. There's silence. From the birds, anyway. From deeper within the forest, the sound of movement. Many small things, rather than one large thing, leaves rustling and boughs creaking.
Alexandra considers the treeline, and then looks to the other two. "Well, we wanted to poke around out here. I don't know about you, but I think a direction just presented itself."
Ky might have another quip to share, implied by his grin at the pair. But it's withheld as he looks at the woods again. His head tilts slight, an ear angled toward the trees. He takes a couple of steps toward it, listening carefully, watching the forest.
"Sure," Flint agrees easily, shouldering his backpack and tightening the straps a little bit so that it doesn't fall off. He looks at the forest a bit more, and takes a few steps towards it, before looking at Alexandra. "Should. Should I?" The half-question is posed. "Could, talk to it," he explains to Ky, but the galliard's definitely waiting for Alexandra's yes/no on the matter.
Rustle. Rustle. Creak. Rustle.
And then the decision is taken out of proto-pack hands. Bursting out of the treeline and heading directly for the trio is a pack of the five strangest squirrels known to man or wolf. Ranging in size from normal to pitbull, they have varying colouration ranging from browns to greens to BRIGHT PINK. One has wings, another has antenna and is stumbling around drunkenly, while two of the others seem to be developing additional legs and a second tail. It looks like these guys have found some ripe bawnfruit.
Alexandra has already started toward the woodline when the pack of mutant squirrels bursts out of the trees, coming to a halt when they do and keeping a wary eye on them. "Give it a try," she tells Flint. "We can hope there's still enough of them left to answer."
"What…" The question goes unfinished as Ky glances behind to Flint and Lex. He shakes his head slightly and looks at the oncoming critters, if they can be called critters, and drops into lupus. Another couple of steps forward are taken, a faint growl and glint of teeth shown, but overall nothing truly aggressive posed to the squirrels. Yet.
Flint nods once at Alexandra, and when he speaks, his voice is tinged with the beast speech Gift. "Hello. Easy, slow down. Slow down, please," he says, even as he's shifting slowly to Glabro in case they don't.
The pitbull-sized squirrel, in a fetching shade of green, immediately goes for Ky, identifying a threat. The almost-normal-sized squirrel with the wings darts around, trying to land on or near Flint but having difficulty controlling altitude and direction beyond a general 'that way'. The one with antennae is still reeling from side to side, unable to cope with the additional sensory information in a sensible pattern. Finally, the two with additional legs and tails fall over near Alexa, struggling to find some kind of balance.
With none of the squirrels responding to Flint's attempt to communicate, Alexandra turns her attention to the one that's hostile. "Probably not a good idea to bite it, given its condition," she cautions as she blurs to crinos and lunges forward to swipe at the creature with her claws.
True Arrow matches the pitbull sized squirrel's aggression, bolting toward it when it starts for him. Mindful of where the Ahroun's claws are going, he angles to avoid those and, despite the warning, sink teeth into some vital area.
Flint grins toothily, and then sighs. "I don't think, it. We were a threat until someone," and there's a pointed look at Kyler, though not entirely annoyed, "shifted." He glances at the two of them and then raises an arm for the winged squirrel to land on. "Come on," he says, back to the Gift once more. "Relax, it's okay."
The pixie-squirrel nosedives into Flint's armpit with a loud squeak, while the two many-legged-tailed ones, each about the size of a housecat, fall together. And seem to… merge, forming a confused siamese squirrel joined along the back and hips, their flesh almost seeming liquid.
Meanwhile, Pitbull-Squirrel gets a mouthful of Ky's ruff and a bit of flesh, hissing and growling aggressively, seeming heedless of the claws and teeth ripping into it, though they certainly make contact and cause grievous wounds.
True Arrow's mouth opens a beat after it closes, however not for long. Despite the foul taste, his head twists further and he gives another bite at the too-large squirrel, aiming for throat. Something to his posture implies debate over actions later, muddled in the business of chewing on squirrel.
Seeks-Raging-Water takes a moment to glance back over toward Flint, making sure he's not in any danger from the ones near him, before returning her attention to the pitbull sized squirrel. The Ahroun reaches down to grab the creature by the scruff of the neck and lift it off the ground, this time, hopefully keeping it from being able to bite either her or True Arrow.
Flint carefully cradles the pixie-squirrel and pets it, and his voice is tinged with a bit of Persuasion now, "It's okay. I know. Bad fruit," he says, addressing all of the squirrels really. "It'll wear off, just calm down and relax."
The pitbull-squirrel rages impotently as it is lifted off the ground, clawing and thrashing and frothing like a toddler with a tantrum. Ky's neck-wound is shallow but stinging like a biznatch, like salt on a wound.
The siamese squirrel thrashes around on the floor, both sets of legs trying to gain purchase… but since they're merged back to back, this isn't happening. Finally, pixie-squirrel tries to burrow into Flint's hand and chest, shaking and wings buzzing loudly as it squeaks.
Seeks-Raging-Water stares at the thing in her hand, and asks the other two, ~We obviously can't let them get anywhere that a human could see them, or they're a potential veil breach, and this one could kill someone. Do either of you know if mutations this severe even will wear off?~
Wyld taint, might not. True Arrow gives himself a shake, then bows to rub his muzzle against the ground. Bad taste.
Flint continues to try and pet the pixie-squirrel, allowing it to try and nest in his shirt and hand. "Calm down," he repeats to it, "I know, relax, it's okay," and then he turns to the other two members of his proto-pack, maintaining the quiet tone of voice but no longer utilising either gift. "No clue whether they do. I. I know that if. If a Garou eats the fruit, it. It wears off, but." A shrug follows.
Pitbull continues to thrash and rage impotently, while his siamese sibling mewls and cries on the floor, the voice eerily similar to a human baby. Antenna is still stumbling around confused, emitting sharp cries of pain when the antenna bump anything like a weed or stone. Pixie chitters in a frightened manner, before sinking teeth into Flint's hand.
True Arrow sits up after a moment of face rubbing, ears slanting back slightly. His head doesn't follow his body up, and his posture takes on a definite 'sick' look. As if he may lose his lunch in any second.
Seeks-Raging-Water replies, ~But we heal fast. They don't. Killing them quickly may be kinder than letting them die on their own.~ She takes a moment to study the creatures. Perhaps Fatal Flaw will tell her something interesting, perhaps it'll only make it a little easier to kill them, but the one in her hand is about to suffer additional claw trauma, either way. If possible, though, she'll make it quick.
Flint winces, and turns to look at the pixie-squirrel, and his voice is chiding but level as he tells it, "I taste bad, don't bite me. Just relax and calm down." A nod is given to Alexandra. "True."
The pitbull-squirrel squeals and rages a moment longer as Alexandra efficiently disembowles it, guts spilling all over the floor. It dies with a confused whimper, the light going out of its eyes. Pixie-squirrel cowers in Flint's hands, wings buzzing fit to give it a heart attack, but it at least doesn't bite him again.
With those spilling of guts, the Ragabash's lunch follows. Almost simultaneous to the splash of viscera, a rainbow of colors is heaved up not once but twice, leaving the cub to back away between and shake himself off after.
With the aggressive squirrel dead, the Shadow Lord Ahroun shifts back down to glabro. She looks to True Arrow, first. She does not, at least, tell him 'I told you so', settling instead on, "Anything other than nausea?"
True Arrow gives himself another shake, from ears to tail, before looking up at Lex. Better now, he states, ears twisting toward her. No more sick.
Flint continues to gently pet the cowering pixie-squirrel. "So what do we do, with, with the rest of them?" he asks of Alexandra.
Alexandra asks Flint, "Can you convince them to go back into the woods and keep well away from humans? There's probably a lot stranger than them out on the bawn now, so they'd at least be able to live as best they could, whether their condition wears off or not. And if any of them are in too much pain," she eyes the one with the antenna at that, "then we can at least make it quick for them."
True Arrow huffs and approaches the antennaed squirrel, pressing his nose at it. Go, he tells it. Not squirrel place here.
Flint pets the pixie-squirrel, and clears his throat as he moves to let it go. "Go back to the woods," he instructs the squirrels, as calmly and persuasively as he can. "Don't eat more fruit. Fruit bad. Find good food."
Alexandra looks between Flint and the squirrels. "Now to hope that they listen. We'll burn this one, to make sure the body isn't found. Given Ky's reaction to it, I don't think any predators would eat it, anyway."
The pixie squirrel clings to Flint's hand, little claws digging in as if he were a tree it were trying to climb. The antenna-squirrel continues to whine and stumble, while the siamese-squirrels writhe in impotent motions, almost like a squirrel-spider of sorts.
True Arrow nudges the antenna-squirrel again, pushing with his nose to get the creepy little beastie toward the woods. Go. Now.
Flint watches the antenna-squirrel and the siamese-squirrel for a moment, and says, with a tone of sadness, and says to Lex and Ky, "They… they won't survive, out there." The pixie-squirrel, on the other hand, gets a bit of a look. "I'm not the woods," he tells it, softly, even while he pets the silly looking thing on the head. "Go to the woods, you. You belong there." On the other hand, there's no Persuasion behind the words, and the Galliard doesn't seem particularly inclined to force the creature one way or the other.
Alexandra nods her agreement with Flint as she regards the two mutant squirrels that seem unable—as opposed to unwilling—to leave with pity, and shifts back up to the warform. With little else she can do for them, she'll do her best to keep the poor creatures from suffering any further as she finishes them off, at least.
The pixie continues to cling to Flint, even though its wings work like crazy—a real divergence in behaviour. Meanwhile the siamese and antenna-bearing squirrels die with little fanfare; the former cries like a human baby as it is gracefully disemboweled, the latter dies with shrieks and whines.
True Arrow scrambles backward when Lex lays claws into the one he'd been nudging. A huff follows it's death and he turns away from it to look at the winged one that Flint still holds.
Flint sighs and looks at the squirrel. "I… Don't. Don't make me, regret this," is said, but not with the gift of beast speech, and with a glance, the galliard tries to get the squirrel to climbing on his shirt rather than hand, shifting down to homid as he does so. The squirrel gets a final appraising glance, and then, "Alright, you can stay. Let's figure out, what. What to do with you. And do NOT, no biting."
Alexandra shifts back down to homid as well, her unpleasant task complete. She considers Flint and his new companion. "Well…maybe you could get someone to buy a rabbit cage for you? That ought to be big enough to hold it comfortably."
The winged squirrel twists claws into the shirt, clinging like a pro. The wings continue to beat fit to give it a heart-attack, making the fabric sway and bob a little uncomfortably. It doesn't seem inclined to bite, thankfully.
True Arrow shifts to homid last, continuing to watch the final living squirrel. "What're you going to do if it doesn't change back?"
Flint raises his shoulders in a shrug. "I. I don't know, yet," Flint admits. "For now, I. I wonder if. I think I have an apple, in my backpack." The Glass Walker pets the little climbing creature every so often, trying not to get in the way of the wings, and now addresses it again. "Relax, calm down," are said, with that persuasive tone. "Let's see if. If we can find you some good food."
While Flint is busy getting acquainted with her new pet, Alexandra disappears into the house long enough to get some matches, then returns and gathers the bodies of the ones she killed in a good spot for a fire.