But with the fixing of one problem arises another. Max...needs to feed. And while Basil knows good and well they have food here that they can eat, be it dried or packaged raw...it's not going to be enough for her.
It needs to be warm. Fresh.
Basil stands there in the middle of the room, the scales along his shoulders and arms suddenly rising a few centimeters off his skin. The same goes for the ones that make up his "hair", making him seem a little taller, a little larger. The spikes on his tail rise, they tremble. And as the violin sings in his chest, he's unable to stop himself from blurting the thought roiling around in his head like a snake.]
I...c...can hunt for you.
[He doesn't want to. Every cell of his body screams no. But his instincts to hunt are already piqued. He can feel it being urged along with the music making his head feel heavy.]
cw: cannibalism
But with the fixing of one problem arises another. Max...needs to feed. And while Basil knows good and well they have food here that they can eat, be it dried or packaged raw...it's not going to be enough for her.
It needs to be warm. Fresh.
Basil stands there in the middle of the room, the scales along his shoulders and arms suddenly rising a few centimeters off his skin. The same goes for the ones that make up his "hair", making him seem a little taller, a little larger. The spikes on his tail rise, they tremble. And as the violin sings in his chest, he's unable to stop himself from blurting the thought roiling around in his head like a snake.]
I...c...can hunt for you.
[He doesn't want to. Every cell of his body screams no. But his instincts to hunt are already piqued. He can feel it being urged along with the music making his head feel heavy.]