[quiteliterallyacatfish]

“Hey you haven’t eaten me yet. That means we’re friends. Can I scratch your giant kitty ears?”

@the-wanderer-willow

“Coming right up to my den at this time of the year. You’re either bold or stupid.” The tiger shark has placed herself directly in front of the entrance, baring her teeth at the survivor for good measure. Willow really needed to mind her own business here.

“We’re not friends. We have similar circumstances and that’s it.”

[the-wanderer-willow-deactivated]

“Nope. Friends. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.” Of course she noticed her trying to hide something. Willow kept trying to peek past her. “Whatcha got back there? What’s so special about this time of year?”

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

“If you didn’t have your cub to care for, I would kill you.” That much was true. If the tiger shark had any idea how to take care of a little human, she would’ve taken the child under her wing-- er.. paw.

Even then, she couldn’t help but consider the possibilities.

“Perhaps you’ve missed the never-ending downpour of rain, but this is my season. I have a duty to fulfill here. Leave me be.” Her tail began to flick, ears swiveling back a little at the sound of a little cub plopping down somewhere behind her.

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

“Hey you haven’t eaten me yet. That means we’re friends. Can I scratch your giant kitty ears?”

@the-wanderer-willow

“Coming right up to my den at this time of the year. You’re either bold or stupid.” The tiger shark has placed herself directly in front of the entrance, baring her teeth at the survivor for good measure. Willow really needed to mind her own business here.

“We’re not friends. We have similar circumstances and that’s it.”

[stxrving-scientist-a-deactivate]

Perhaps he's finally lost it. Or perhaps there really is something staring back up at him from the depths of the ocean.

‹ @quiteliterallyacatfish​​​​​​​​​ ›

The scientist, was on his knees. Leaning over to look into the water below. His mouth was slightly open. Wilson, wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at, or perhaps he was not looking at anything at all…

What in god’s name was that…? Or was it nothing? Have I finally went round the bend?

Wilson, swallowed thickly and gently tapped his index finger on the surface of the water. Making a small ripple affect on it. The movement was kind of beautiful. Wilson, had began to appreciate the simple things in life, since he was stuck in, The Constant. He smiled to himself. “Maybe I am not going insane… Perhaps, I just need to slow down a little…” He gave a sigh and gently tapped his fingers on the surface again. Creating little ripples. Wilson, moved back away from the water and turned around to lay on his back. Looking up at the sky, inhaling softly.

Maybe I could take five minutes to rest…

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

From below, the giant watched patiently as the man poked curiously at the water’s surface. She sat completely still on the sandy floor, finally seeing him lose his focus on her before he disappeared from sight completely. He must have felt safe here, something that she was sure to remedy in just a moment.

The tiger shark stirred from her resting spot, baring her teeth in a wicked grin as she rose towards the surface, a sudden bump against the boat interrupting any peace the poor survivor had in such an unfortunate situation.

[shipwrecked-chef]

It would seem the smell of cooking food had attracted unwelcome company.

Unwanted company? Well, that is still just company and well, to say the least, Warly was no stranger to surprise visits.

The chef just continued to cook, dedicated to not leaving his post and letting whatever company there was- make an approach. Though just the smallest bit inside of him hoped it was just someone who wanted food and didn’t want to claw, stab, bite, or whatever they’d do to him while he was cooking. Though- highly unlikely. He just patted down his side to make sure he still had a cutlass on him, something a ’friend’, for lack of a better term, ways insisted on him keeping

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

She saw his hand move to his side but was too distracted to try and figure out why. Frankly, she didn’t care, he was barely a threat to her as far as she knew.

It was monsoon season - hunting was easier for her now than ever, and yet the giant couldn’t help but be curious as to what this particular survivor was up to, stopping but a few feet away and watching him toil over the pot.

“I still don’t understand the point of all this,” she finally spoke, tail flicking impatiently. “Surely it would be easier to eat what you have instead of playing with your meal first. Even cubs know better than to toss around a successful kill.”

[shipwrecked-chef]

The words elicited a chuckle from the chef who only gave a simple side glance to see who they came from. ’Ah, it’s her…’

”Why else would I do this except to increase it’s potential, better to eat once and have the energy to last two days then having to eat throughout the day merely lasting a few hours.” He mused, covering the pot. ”You can have some if you want though I’m not exactly sure what your diet is…” He was now fully turned around, facing the tiger shark with a casual demeanor, though still on guard as he didn’t want his food to burn and the one before him was still able to kill him. He kept one hand on the pot and one at his side, prepared for both outcomes.

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

At his offer, she breathed in the scent of the cooking meal, not picking up on the usual metallic tang that fresh meat carried. Actually, she couldn’t pick up on anything familiar at all - it was all muddled together, strange and new and almost uncomfortable to her.

A few moments passed before the giant piped in again, “I can’t figure out what this is supposed to be.”

[shipwrecked-chef]

As she tried to pick up on what the meal was the chef already went back to tending to the pot, seeing that it was almost ready. ”Oh it’s just some mussel bouillabaisse, nothing too bad.” It was… Interesting to see how she was when faced with a new meal and just the slightest bit in the chef found it amusing.

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

Some mussel… something. She’s not fully convinced he didn’t just make the second word up.

“Something fishy? You realize I’m half-fish, right? You would expect me to eat my brethren like some sort of monster?” She’s completely joking of course, only saying this to see what kind of response she would get.

[shipwrecked-chef]

He laughed, ”Oh yes, it’s just the circle of consumption” He’s heard it before but what he’s seen said otherwise. By this point the meal was ready, he served himself a bowl and left the pot open with the rest of it for the giant. ”Help yourself.”

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

Ah. It would seem he knows better after all. Watching him closely, he definitely didn’t have to repeat himself when giving her the go-ahead to eat the rest of what he had made, the giant diving in snout-first and demolishing everything left in the crockpot. It was fantastic, but she still failed to understand why he put so much effort into something, especially something he then gave away so much of.

Finally pulling herself away from the meal, licking her lips, a thought occurred to her and she almost laughed.

“You would make a terrible giant. Messing around with your food supply for so long and then giving it up to someone else,” she scoffed, starting to groom, “You wouldn’t last long without fighting tooth and claw for what’s yours.”

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

The light of dawn had settled itself upon the camp nestled some ways within the jungle. Long it had been left to decay, machines and cookware left to the elements, a firepit deviod of ash. However, there were signs of life, a new rope in the science machine, impints in the earth from where rocks had been reshuffled to better shape the firepit, a load of fresh timber... and there in the center of it all, a lone, horrible, bird, just returning home with the day's supplies. (woodlandsandwanderers)

@woodlandsandwanderers

Wandering so far from her den wasn’t exactly ideal, especially not at this point in the season. Still, curiosity had dragged her along this far, and she wouldn’t return home with nothing for her efforts.

Her ears flicked at a slight rustling of resources - a definite sign of life nearby, and where there was a camp, there was--

...A goose?? It wasn’t a survivor as she had hoped, but beggars couldn’t be choosers around here. A low growl emanated from her as she crouched down, ready to strike at any moment.

[the-valiant-valkyrie-deactivate]

It's a good day for a hunt. Unfortunately for Wigrid, she wasn't the only one to have seen the tallbird and the creature was quickly crushed under the weight of the amphibious giant, one who thankfully hadn't seemed to notice the survivor yet.

It wasn’t often Wigfrid stalked after the taller predators. Not as though she was against it all too significantly- and not as though she was unexperienced in tackling oversized foes, either. No. 

She just didn’t like them. Didn’t like the towering advantage a larger beast held over her; though, she’d never admit this to anyone she knew. 

If she’d pounced just a few seconds earlier, she could have easily found herself in the jaws of that... Audaciously gigantic feline. Thank Oden’s name that she didn’t- though, even still, that didn’t quite help the situation at hand. 

For a second, she... Stood there. Frozen. That cat had swiped her lunch. And yet, that cat could easily swipe her halfway across The Constant, if it so desired. 

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

A loud crack could be heard as the beast made sure the tallbird wasn’t getting back up, the tiger shark raising her head only to finally spot the lone survivor. Narrowing her eyes, she turned to the now abandoned nest, eating the egg in an instant before Wigfrid had even a second to try and go for it. A delightful treat, and one of the only reasons she bothers hunting these things in the first place. They had more feathers and tiny bones than she cared to deal with, but food was food, and she would take whatever she could get her paws on.

“I wouldn’t try anything if I were you, pest,” she snarled, tail flicking irritably as she bared her teeth at the other.

[the2heartlessbeings]

Reblog if your 18+

AND DON’T LIE.

[the-wanderer-willow-deactivated]

"Please DO bathe. If I can smell you from the beach, it's definitely time."

“Like you don’t constantly reek of fish.”

[the-wanderer-willow-deactivated]

“Oh yeah? Well!” She stomped her foot. Arguing with a giant actively threatening to eat you is…harder than she thought.

“What do you expect me to do? Lick myself? I’m not a cat. Or part cat.”

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

Solid argument, Willow. You really showed her what for.

"There's this thing called water. Perhaps you've heard of it."

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

Hey! You know how your event is humanised? I was wondering how they were humanised? Like appearance wise

((oh jeez, sorry, i forgot to change the blog description. the event actually ended a while ago. sorry about that))

[shipwrecked-chef]

It would seem the smell of cooking food had attracted unwelcome company.

Unwanted company? Well, that is still just company and well, to say the least, Warly was no stranger to surprise visits.

The chef just continued to cook, dedicated to not leaving his post and letting whatever company there was- make an approach. Though just the smallest bit inside of him hoped it was just someone who wanted food and didn’t want to claw, stab, bite, or whatever they’d do to him while he was cooking. Though- highly unlikely. He just patted down his side to make sure he still had a cutlass on him, something a ’friend’, for lack of a better term, ways insisted on him keeping

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

She saw his hand move to his side but was too distracted to try and figure out why. Frankly, she didn’t care, he was barely a threat to her as far as she knew.

It was monsoon season - hunting was easier for her now than ever, and yet the giant couldn’t help but be curious as to what this particular survivor was up to, stopping but a few feet away and watching him toil over the pot.

“I still don’t understand the point of all this,” she finally spoke, tail flicking impatiently. “Surely it would be easier to eat what you have instead of playing with your meal first. Even cubs know better than to toss around a successful kill.”

[shipwrecked-chef]

The words elicited a chuckle from the chef who only gave a simple side glance to see who they came from. ’Ah, it’s her…’

”Why else would I do this except to increase it’s potential, better to eat once and have the energy to last two days then having to eat throughout the day merely lasting a few hours.” He mused, covering the pot. ”You can have some if you want though I’m not exactly sure what your diet is…” He was now fully turned around, facing the tiger shark with a casual demeanor, though still on guard as he didn’t want his food to burn and the one before him was still able to kill him. He kept one hand on the pot and one at his side, prepared for both outcomes.

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

At his offer, she breathed in the scent of the cooking meal, not picking up on the usual metallic tang that fresh meat carried. Actually, she couldn’t pick up on anything familiar at all - it was all muddled together, strange and new and almost uncomfortable to her.

A few moments passed before the giant piped in again, “I can’t figure out what this is supposed to be.”

[shipwrecked-chef]

As she tried to pick up on what the meal was the chef already went back to tending to the pot, seeing that it was almost ready. ”Oh it’s just some mussel bouillabaisse, nothing too bad.” It was… Interesting to see how she was when faced with a new meal and just the slightest bit in the chef found it amusing.

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

Some mussel... something. She’s not fully convinced he didn’t just make the second word up.

“Something fishy? You realize I’m half-fish, right? You would expect me to eat my brethren like some sort of monster?” She’s completely joking of course, only saying this to see what kind of response she would get.

[the-wanderer-willow-deactivated]

"Please DO bathe. If I can smell you from the beach, it's definitely time."

“Like you don’t constantly reek of fish.”

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

“Don’t you flip this onto me,” she growled, pointing a claw at the survivor. “At least I smell like I’m supposed to.”

[the-wanderer-willow-deactivated]

“I’m just saying! Besides, whaddya gonna do? Other than eat me, but apparently I ‘smell too bad’.” Did she understand airquotes? Oh well.

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

“Drown you so you’re more palatable, then eat you.” How much of that was a threat and how much of it was a promise was hard to say. The giant was still well aware of the survivor’s cub, one that she had somehow grown fond of. If she had looser morals, she might think to steal the child for herself.

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

cont. from x

@the-valiant-valkyrie

A sickening crunch of bone could be heard as the giant started to tear into her meal, looking around for the bird’s nest. Tallbird eggs really were such a treat. But her gaze passed over the survivor watching her, almost ignoring her completely before snapping her view back to her. She looked.. awfully familiar. The tiger shark just couldn’t put a claw on it.

“Find your own food, human. I have to eat too. And if you try anything, you’re next,” she threatened, tail flicking as she turned her attention back to the carcass.

[shipwrecked-chef]

It would seem the smell of cooking food had attracted unwelcome company.

Unwanted company? Well, that is still just company and well, to say the least, Warly was no stranger to surprise visits.

The chef just continued to cook, dedicated to not leaving his post and letting whatever company there was- make an approach. Though just the smallest bit inside of him hoped it was just someone who wanted food and didn’t want to claw, stab, bite, or whatever they’d do to him while he was cooking. Though- highly unlikely. He just patted down his side to make sure he still had a cutlass on him, something a ’friend’, for lack of a better term, ways insisted on him keeping

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

She saw his hand move to his side but was too distracted to try and figure out why. Frankly, she didn’t care, he was barely a threat to her as far as she knew.

It was monsoon season - hunting was easier for her now than ever, and yet the giant couldn’t help but be curious as to what this particular survivor was up to, stopping but a few feet away and watching him toil over the pot.

“I still don’t understand the point of all this,” she finally spoke, tail flicking impatiently. “Surely it would be easier to eat what you have instead of playing with your meal first. Even cubs know better than to toss around a successful kill.”

[shipwrecked-chef]

The words elicited a chuckle from the chef who only gave a simple side glance to see who they came from. ’Ah, it’s her…’

”Why else would I do this except to increase it’s potential, better to eat once and have the energy to last two days then having to eat throughout the day merely lasting a few hours.” He mused, covering the pot. ”You can have some if you want though I’m not exactly sure what your diet is…” He was now fully turned around, facing the tiger shark with a casual demeanor, though still on guard as he didn’t want his food to burn and the one before him was still able to kill him. He kept one hand on the pot and one at his side, prepared for both outcomes.

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

At his offer, she breathed in the scent of the cooking meal, not picking up on the usual metallic tang that fresh meat carried. Actually, she couldn’t pick up on anything familiar at all - it was all muddled together, strange and new and almost uncomfortable to her.

A few moments passed before the giant piped in again, “I can’t figure out what this is supposed to be.”

[shipwrecked-chef]

It would seem the smell of cooking food had attracted unwelcome company.

Unwanted company? Well, that is still just company and well, to say the least, Warly was no stranger to surprise visits.

The chef just continued to cook, dedicated to not leaving his post and letting whatever company there was- make an approach. Though just the smallest bit inside of him hoped it was just someone who wanted food and didn’t want to claw, stab, bite, or whatever they’d do to him while he was cooking. Though- highly unlikely. He just patted down his side to make sure he still had a cutlass on him, something a ’friend’, for lack of a better term, ways insisted on him keeping

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

She saw his hand move to his side but was too distracted to try and figure out why. Frankly, she didn’t care, he was barely a threat to her as far as she knew.

It was monsoon season - hunting was easier for her now than ever, and yet the giant couldn’t help but be curious as to what this particular survivor was up to, stopping but a few feet away and watching him toil over the pot.

“I still don’t understand the point of all this,” she finally spoke, tail flicking impatiently. “Surely it would be easier to eat what you have instead of playing with your meal first. Even cubs know better than to toss around a successful kill.”

[the-wanderer-willow-deactivated]

"Please DO bathe. If I can smell you from the beach, it's definitely time."

“Like you don’t constantly reek of fish.”

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

“Don’t you flip this onto me,” she growled, pointing a claw at the survivor. “At least I smell like I’m supposed to.”

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

🔮

x

“Smells strangely similar to the fires the other survivors make to stay safe in the dark. That’s worrying. I’ll have to keep an eye on this one.”

[quiteliterallyacatfish]

If the consistent pouring rain wasn’t bad enough, a distant roar could be heard. Someone’s finally woken up from their nap, it seems.