[They need to move soon. Gastark will find them at this rate.
And he still utterly hates it—this sense of being hunted, this need to constantly flee and hide. It's degrading and humiliating, in a way, and Tiir has had enough humiliation for a while.
They're staying in the headquarters for a few more days, though, to give them time to prepare. In the meantime, Tiir leaves to take a walk, as it's likely the last time he'll be in this area. He can't say entirely that he'll miss it, as he's long accepted the fact that a 'home', beyond the scope of their world as a whole, is something that exists for him, but still.
... Maybe living in Vatheon made him complacent.
—However, not so complacent that he pays it no heed when he sees a figure in the distance. He knows that none of the others left the base, so it can't be them. That leaves only one other option.
A human.
Though Vatheon might've quelled some of his hatred, none of that matters if his friends might be in danger. And so, without wasting another thought, Tiir moves in a flash, grabbing the person's neck and slamming him against a tree.
His grip almost tightens, except then the appearance registers and Tiir freezes.
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And he still utterly hates it—this sense of being hunted, this need to constantly flee and hide. It's degrading and humiliating, in a way, and Tiir has had enough humiliation for a while.
They're staying in the headquarters for a few more days, though, to give them time to prepare. In the meantime, Tiir leaves to take a walk, as it's likely the last time he'll be in this area. He can't say entirely that he'll miss it, as he's long accepted the fact that a 'home', beyond the scope of their world as a whole, is something that exists for him, but still.
... Maybe living in Vatheon made him complacent.
—However, not so complacent that he pays it no heed when he sees a figure in the distance. He knows that none of the others left the base, so it can't be them. That leaves only one other option.
A human.
Though Vatheon might've quelled some of his hatred, none of that matters if his friends might be in danger. And so, without wasting another thought, Tiir moves in a flash, grabbing the person's neck and slamming him against a tree.
His grip almost tightens, except then the appearance registers and Tiir freezes.
It can't be—
How?]
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