Thread: Feral Survival Tactics - ( Oats x Fading_Cards)

Ah, so apparently they had both come to the same conclusion in different ways. He made no comment about Jaces more southern drawl and customs. The Lynx were himself had grown up chopping wood for the winter for when the electricity would die like clockwork during the work storms. He read lots of books, could build a computer from scratch, and still though ridding his dirt bike in the mud was the best time ever. He had no land to stand on and point fingers. Instead Evan drank some of his cool beer before replying. Hed just run a marathon, he needed the liquids. As a first reply he gave a vague shrug and a grunt. You make it sound like Im the last man on earth, he mused with a slight smile. It wasnt nearly THAT serious thank goodness. Well if Im not and if the jaguars gone we see if we can parse it out and who I have to talk down or smack down to take charge. My pard held the central museum area, nice spot. Lots of little cafs and shit. Hate to see that area go to crap in the wrong hands. Cause I dont know if you know the cats around here all that well, but these city ones the ones Ive met other then that lady are really uppity self centered little prats. No way to rule a pard. My old mans alpha in our county. Five kids and twelve other felines and other were types of were under him. Two small of a group to really break in to pards, especially when one third of your ruling is your own offspring. All the wolves and such would go farther up north to the big canine packs. If anything he or the wolf alpha he talked to taught me, was that thinking only for yourself didnt do the group any good at all. Flexible but firm mind and an inflexible firm hand is best, he alliterated his plans. If I am the last feline he took a drink to think on that one a bit. If I am I guess I could take other weres under me. It would take some instinctual adjustments, but better then never having a pard at all, he nodded as if he was speaking only to himself. He could go without a group, and as a Lynx it wouldnt be nearly as painful as if he were, say, a lion. He had never been without a pard in his life before though, at least not for longer then that one month when hed fist arrived here for his job. He didnt want to know what it felt like longer then that. It didnt help where he grew up, someone who was packless was that way for a REASON they usually became the nameless and would disappear one night never to be seen or heard from again. Being alone just didnt feel like a good idea to him. So if he WAS indeed the last feline.. gone microscopic last of your kind none to close to the wolves He suddenly looked at Jace in an all new light. A suspicious one. What are you thinking, he eyed him up and down, gauging what kind of powerhouse he might be up against. He only vaguely knew how canine packs worked, though a lot of it was still observation and heresay. He had been told they were more violent with how they metted out who stood where. That and there was a lot more feral claiming of some kind going on. Apparently it helped strengthen both the status of those in the pack by making it damn obvious who was where, but also strengthened the pack through morebasically driven bonds. Cats it was more talk it out or duke it out to get the other on their knees to submit to a bite. Though there were rumours about female lions sometimes getting it on to show which bitch would control all the others and get first digs on the males. Though personal Evan thought those were just teenage wet dream fodder. . If your offering to be pack, sure. Just assume the position and Ill give you a nibble, he didn't even think how 'assume the position' could be taken by another species. If your thinking something else though.. his eyes became like steel, No.