16. nom, nom, nom. tasty?

@the-shattered-soul.bsky.social

- jesus christ. what'd singed do to 'em?
- i miss the big guy. good for snugs
- FLUFFY
- hard to look at. remember blowing him up. remember dying. hurts. don't wanna think about it.
- probably doesn't want me anymore. heh

Joining Sil’s side, staring at the sand. It is an odd sensation. His scent makes it easier, though. It is soothing. The Beast almost purrs. Long time no see. And Sil is rocking some new {interesting} features.

A {growl}, low & menacing. It doesn’t like the implications. “We will protect you.” It seethes, wrapping a big paw around Jinx & pulling its son closer, feeling affectionate & territorial. “No one touches our family.” It nuzzles harder. It’s furr is dense, it can barely feel his touch. Frustrating.

Warwick {smiles} at the bump, nuzzling at Jinx’s shoulder affectionately. But it freezes for a second, surprised & on edge. It frowns. “Dead.” It repeats, as if the word was new, foreign. The man inside screams. {He} is alive. “Hmm…” It hums, almost purring. “Alive here.” It reassures. “You, too.”

It {squints} at the half-man half-dog. “I recognize you.” Its voice rumbles, deep & low. A huff. A laugh. It actually {laughs} at the little man. “Adorable {creature}.” It sits by his side, poking at him. “Small.” Seems friendly. Good for Jayce, caught it in a good mood.

“Jinx.” It repeats. The man within fights to take over, but he fails. The Beast is awake, & it is strong. “Warwick.” It introduces itself, sitting by Jinx’s side, looking at the man, air coming out of its nose hot & heavy. It is on edge. “Father.” Not a question but uncertain. Not everyone likes it.

{It clicks.} “Powder.” The Beast walks around the blue-haired familiar face, taking in the scent, the appearance, the differences. Something is {definitely} different. “Son?” It asks, unsure. Another world? Confusing. But those eyes, those hair, that voice. Different but familiar. Comforting.

Head tilt. Confusion. “Family?” It speaks, the father within looming over. Sniff, sniff. Growling again, louder & harder. “Liar?” It doesn’t recognize his scent, nor his overall appearance. Though, the blue of his hair {does} resonate enough to stop it from attacking. It prowls, uncertain & on edge.