[PRP - E] More Than One Way to Catch a Fish [PxJ] (Done)

[Wasteland Wyvern]

It had been a long journey for the bear shifter, his usual territory being far to the east. He often traveled of late, a restlessness brought upon by the ever present mist in his usual domain from the waterfalls that surrounded his and his brothers living area. He liked the mist well enough for it enshrouded his actions from the outside world and the roaring of the waterfalls hid the screams of his victims but at times he just wanted to be on the move. Stretch his muscles and walk. The big bear shifter was currently trundling along a lake edge when a splash from the water caught his eye. The great head turned to see fish milling about in the shallows near the edge, eating on something partially submerged. His eyes studied the object and saw it was a small doe with a broken leg that had died half in and half out of the water. He snorted, now bored with the studied object, but his rumbling stomach cut the thoughts in half. A slight huff of annoyance split his lips before he carefully strode into the shallows and started catching fish to fill the empty cavern of his gut.

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[Wasteland Wyvern]

He knew she was there. The piercing gaze that threatened to cleave him in two at his audacity to be anywhere near her was palpable in the slightly chilled air surrounding the lake. Lowering his great head once more, his powerful jaws snapped around the body of a trout and lifted the squirming fish out of the water, its struggles against him feeble and barely noticed. Teeth gnashed down and bit the fish into three parts. Its head and tail falling back into the water startling the other fish away. 'Hmph...' He thought before finishing his mouthful and finally turning to address the posturing female. "No need to stare holes in my pelt girl. You don't scare me in the least." He showed his yellowed, blood stained fangs to her. Not threatening, but not smiling either. He chose to instead watch and see what she'd do next.

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[Wasteland Wyvern]

He pondered her words for a moment under her studying intense gaze before responding, "Well a good majority of us are naught but bloodthirsty beasts with very little in the way of brains or cunning. A small few stand out among those I've met but the number is minimal..." He thought back to the strange fluffy tailed cat shifter, the green and black fox shifter, and the fluffy belled bear shifter he'd met over his time traveling and decided that those were the only ones who met his form of approval. "Tell me girl are you one of the smart ones? Not apt to throw yourself into combat to prove your worth." He studied both her and her surroundings with cold calculating eyes that gave away nothing that could be used against him while ears flicked this way and that keeping track of any noises in the vicinity.

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[Wasteland Wyvern]

While he had no way to tell the other shifter was pleased with him, he was just as pleased with her reply. He liked the tough ones that didn't meekly submit just because of his sheer bulk. He bared those yellowed fangs again this time in a rough smile, something he didn't do often so it might of come out as a snarl if one didn't know how to read him. His ear flicked to remove a fly before he finally deigned to answer her.
"I think you know I'm not about to answer that query. You don't give away your secrets so why should I?" A rough chuckle fell from his lips and under the thick hide he felt his muscles tense for when she decided to move. He was expecting an attack after all, especially when she mentioned her twin. "Oh my a brainless twin. How very scary." He said flatly with no hint of emotion in his deep voice, followed up with an unimpressed slow blink at her. Fear someone who's own twin just called them brainless? That was almost worth laughing at. Almost...

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[Wasteland Wyvern]

He grunted and felt his face fall back into its schooled unemotional state as she ignored him, caught a fish, and started off back to wherever she came from. 'Hmph...' He thought angrily. Looking back out over the lake he spotted a storm on the horizon. Rain likely, and a cold one at that being so near the mountains. His ears pinned back to his head as he watched the fish splash in the water once again feasting on the rotting remains of the dead doe.
He raised a paw and slapped the water, startling most, and stunning a few fish that floated to the top belly up. He snatched one out of the water with his mouth and batted the other stunned one up onto the shore where he stepped on its head to end it's pathetic life. Carefully placing the one near the dead one on land he then picked them both up in his big jaws, teeth digging in and drawing blood. After he was sure they wouldn't slip from his mouth he inhaled deeply and caught the scent of the female shifter and trundled off after her. Maybe he could tempt her with the fish to let him stay awhile...

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Total Personal Word Count: 887