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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 440px; margin-top: -12px][justify][font=times new roman]Did she believe he'd eat the corpse she protected if he lay eyes upon it? Yes, he was a savage, but not mindlessly so. He would be filled by this Maine Coon nicely, and would have no need to eat for a while. His muzzle was probing shamelessly into the open gut of his meal, nudging at the fringes of the gaping maw, his teeth eventually closing on the heart to rip it free. The ribcage was in many pieces on the floor beside him, seeing as he'd already smashed through it to access the lungs. Anything was food to him.
Though, after a while, over the sounds of him eating he heard more noises. Leži froze dangerously, drawing himself away from the carcass, turning to try and find the source of what he'd heard. Scarlet eyes locked on the crying female, gleaming suddenly. A new individual, defending a dead body. How odd. And, it appeared, she was staring straight at him, watching him with a wary, childlike gaze. Of course. So naïve, people jumped to conclusions. But Leži was four years old -- middle aged for a serval -- and he knew how to proceed in situations like this.
" You're afraid, " he spoke to her, licking the blood from his muzzle until he was somewhat presentable. " don't be. I have no interest in feasting upon you, nor your ... Friend. " he glanced at the corpse. " Are you going to tell me why you're staring at me, so? Don't tell me you're hungry. You have your own cat right there, if so. " his words were cunningly sarcastic, however. He doubted she was much of a cannibal.
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