04-11-2009, 12:25 PM
My thoughts were that Cwmfen could follow him, and find him before he gets serious/becomes the predator. Smelling the pups in the area, she can figure it out and talk him out of looking for them anymore and offer to help him hunt? He'll be upset and frustrated enough at that point to go along, and when he becomes the predator again for their hunt, they can work together uninhibited to bring down prey? After the thread, maybe it can be assumed that Cwmfen goes to the family and tells them there's a predator nearby that they need to be aware of?
Brennt's mood had lightened somewhat since escaping from Cwmfen, but he was still troubled. The stress the encounter had caused him hadn't gone away, now he was worried that she would keep coming back. Contrary to all appearances, he and the predator were one in the same. He could remember all that happened, just not in very much detail. It was difficult to remember what he perceived in one frame of mind when in the other, just like he couldn't remember anything to do with words as the predator, he didn't recall every detail of his experiences now...he knew he had demonstrated that he didn't want her to follow him, and that she seemed like she wouldn't bother him around Halifax, but exactly how he'd gone about it he was uncertain.
Still, to work out that anxiety, he had decided to try and pick up a scent, for hunting. He had left the security of Halifax, scared that she might stop waiting at the spot where he'd left her and come after him, and gone southwest, toward a big human facility which, were he literate, he might have learned was something humans called an 'airport.' The ground was harder than dirt, and the smells were a little different, though the overgrowth blocked out most of the anomalous scents pervading the area. One thing he could detect beneath all other smells, however, were the scents of motherhood. Milk, pups, a small number, probably a mother and father. Brennt wasn't a great fighter, he was bigger than average, and when he stopped thinking about himself as Brennt and what he was doing as wrong, he was supremely vicious, which gave him an edge. It was a dangerous thing to fight a mother near her puppies, and more dangerous still to do so if another parent was lurking around nearby.
Nonetheless, he was hungry now, and eating puppies always made him feel better, even though he felt edgy in the minutes before the killing. The tightness in his throat would tighten and tighten until finally he let the Brennt-persona go in anticipation of the killing, and all of the worries went away with that mentality. The smell was getting strong now, but as he searched, he found it difficult to determine where the pups and their mother lay. He ended up entering a human building and sniffing at the ground fervently, but the smell was all over...whoever lived here had been walking around, and he didn't know what direction to go. His efforts momentarily thwarted, he stood, walking in circles, trying desperately to find where the trail led next...because surely it couldn't end here.
Brennt's mood had lightened somewhat since escaping from Cwmfen, but he was still troubled. The stress the encounter had caused him hadn't gone away, now he was worried that she would keep coming back. Contrary to all appearances, he and the predator were one in the same. He could remember all that happened, just not in very much detail. It was difficult to remember what he perceived in one frame of mind when in the other, just like he couldn't remember anything to do with words as the predator, he didn't recall every detail of his experiences now...he knew he had demonstrated that he didn't want her to follow him, and that she seemed like she wouldn't bother him around Halifax, but exactly how he'd gone about it he was uncertain.
Still, to work out that anxiety, he had decided to try and pick up a scent, for hunting. He had left the security of Halifax, scared that she might stop waiting at the spot where he'd left her and come after him, and gone southwest, toward a big human facility which, were he literate, he might have learned was something humans called an 'airport.' The ground was harder than dirt, and the smells were a little different, though the overgrowth blocked out most of the anomalous scents pervading the area. One thing he could detect beneath all other smells, however, were the scents of motherhood. Milk, pups, a small number, probably a mother and father. Brennt wasn't a great fighter, he was bigger than average, and when he stopped thinking about himself as Brennt and what he was doing as wrong, he was supremely vicious, which gave him an edge. It was a dangerous thing to fight a mother near her puppies, and more dangerous still to do so if another parent was lurking around nearby.
Nonetheless, he was hungry now, and eating puppies always made him feel better, even though he felt edgy in the minutes before the killing. The tightness in his throat would tighten and tighten until finally he let the Brennt-persona go in anticipation of the killing, and all of the worries went away with that mentality. The smell was getting strong now, but as he searched, he found it difficult to determine where the pups and their mother lay. He ended up entering a human building and sniffing at the ground fervently, but the smell was all over...whoever lived here had been walking around, and he didn't know what direction to go. His efforts momentarily thwarted, he stood, walking in circles, trying desperately to find where the trail led next...because surely it couldn't end here.