[private] hand in unlovable hand; ripley

[Ripley]

The call certainly grabs the attention of the lone hunter, the deer that it was half-following is forgotten. It wasn’t really all that hungry anyway - just bored and looking for some enrichment. This distraction could do, and the armoured body moves towards the creator of the shrill sound. It doesn’t recognize the other creature, but it has learned that it has many… strange relations. The branches on the family tree that stem from this armoured beast are twisted, odd things and seem to grow more so as time goes on. His scent is familiar, however, though the memories don’t come. When not being commanded, instincts drive this beast and they tend to blur together. Creating progeny was no different than filling its stomach. Still, it is more curious than angry at the moment and it does not attack. The sense of familiarity is enough to delay that typical initial response. Its own armoured tail flicks behind it, not relaxed and trailing through the dirt but not posed for a strike either. A small series of low, creaking clicks emerges from silver-toothed jaws as black eyes blink at this not-quite-stranger and attempt to place it within the catalogue of faces it half-knows. RIPLEY

@Carnage