Voice of the Hunted

[survivorsinstinct]

❝　Does a cat lie to a cornered mouse just to play with its freedom, or is it just acting out of its nature?　❞

The sounds of the gentle breeze rustling the nearby bushes are heard, drawing closer in this everlasting night. Under the dim lighting of the stars, there appears to be a cabin on a distant hill at the end of the dirt path beneath you. You approach the worn down wooden structure, opening the door with a creak. But before you could enter, you could feel a pair of sharp eyes from the forest around you. Looking back, there seems to be a figure hidden in the shadows gazing back at you.

hello!! this is a Voice of the Hunted ask blog run by @voiceofthebroken, I hope it's alright that I make this for fun. I apologize if this one's too OOC at any point

associated blogs: @voice-of-the-cheated @comical-contrarian @skeptics-journal-log @paranoias-sensory-zone @theh3ro @the-broken-birdcage @vo1ceofthecold @sincerely-opportunist @bl00dy-knuckl3s-f1ght3r ... and other slay the princess ask blogs

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➴ ˳⁺⁣　 we ' re⠀still⠀alive .　—　answered asks from anons or other users

➴ ˳⁺⁣　 act⠀on⠀the⠀now .　—　interactions with other ask blogs

➴ ˳⁺⁣　 the⠀flock .　—　answered asks from fellow voices, ask blog or not

➴ ˳⁺⁣　 i ' m　ready　to⠀sleep .　—　ooc posts, either status updates or bits of information about this ask blog

[survivorsinstinct]

Hey you can do whatever you want man but here's a map to the McTabby. You don't have to go physically inside the building but it will probably be better to stay near civilization than just in the middle of nowhere. Especially with a few notes I've put on here

*There is a pretty decently detailed map of where you are to the location of the Tabby's. A note on that's say "Skeptics apartment" with a series of numbers, another one being "paranoids cave. Third holes, not recommended going unarmed."*

What is McTabby... The Hunted doesn't ask verbally, but he cautiously takes the map and scans over it, his ear tuft flicking at certain points of interest. He doesn't understand why there are series of numbers on one note. He doesn't question it. His gaze lifts slightly back towards you, studying you momentarily before retreating into a bush with the map. The forest is safer, he knows the woods better than anyone else. Asking him to go out into unknown territory isn't going to go well. The most he'll visit is maybe Skeptic's apartment and Paranoid's cave, but that's only if he's willing to take the initiative to leave the woods and seek out these unknown places.

[survivorsinstinct]

*affectionate pats

:3

Head angled down, the Hunted gazes up at you for a moment as you pet him. He subconsciously tilts his head towards your hand, one ear tuft flicking in response to the affection. He doesn't sense any danger yet, so he remains in place.

[survivorsinstinct]

Can I pat you? Only if you let me, of course :>

The Hunted gazes at you for a moment, as if contemplating. There doesn't seem to be any harm in receiving pats, it isn't something new that hasn't happened during his time here. Tentatively, he slips down from the tree with the grace of a bird gliding down from a higher position and lowers his head as though accepting the request, though he still keeps his eyes on you... watching carefully for your movements.

[survivorsinstinct]

The Frog makes a loud frog noise as a greeting to Jerry

The Hunted's ear tuft flicks slightly in acknowledgement of the sound. He glances in the direction of the frog briefly before turning his focus back on other matters.

[blessed-jerry]

Somewhere, on the truck or in the wilderness or even perhaps right next to the frog, the greeting is returned with a friendly one of its own. Of all of the sounds possible origins, none are close to him. He is fearful, spooking him does no good.

[survivorsinstinct]

The Hunted's ear tuft flicks once more, hearing the sound though the direction of where it came from seems... complicated to say the least. He keeps a watch out either way, wherever in the forest he may be.

[survivorsinstinct]

Many more.

More then I know probably.

The Hunted slips away, giving a short nod in acknowledgement as he moves back to a tree branch. Perching on it, he glances around his surroundings, before pondering what he has learned to himself.

[survivorsinstinct]

This is going to be a real bombshell for you but this isn't actually your flock we're talking about

Actually from what I know your smitten basically got off the face of the Earth and no one knows where they are

Not his flock? The Hunted regards you curiously, his head tilting ever so slightly while one ear tuft flicking outwards as he registers your words. The lovesick one is gone? Strange, maybe that's why he's been feeling that something is amiss during these times. But that also begs the question...

“ There's more of us? ”

[survivorsinstinct]

The Frog makes a loud frog noise as a greeting to Jerry

The Hunted's ear tuft flicks slightly in acknowledgement of the sound. He glances in the direction of the frog briefly before turning his focus back on other matters.

[survivorsinstinct]

Hello :>

The Hunted's ear tufts perk up upon hearing you, sensing your presence. He glances over his shoulder from where he's perched on top of the other person, gazing almost curiously at you. One ear tuft flicks slightly as he studies you from a distance.

[survivorsinstinct]

smitten and cold were married and had a daughter but they split up. bird divorce

The Hunted stares at you, almost blankly now. This sounds ridiculous. At least that's what he thinks. He's going to have to confirm this with his flockmates the next time he sees them.

[survivorsinstinct]

and then he went back to work. he has divorce baby to take care of

The Hunted blinks once. Blinks twice. And then he stares at you with absolute confusion. You tell him that his flockmate was eaten, and now...

“ Work? Divorce baby?? ”

[survivorsinstinct]

he came back to life

... A part of him gets the feeling that his flockmate is being tortured with this. The Hunted doesn't let go just yet, wary of the information you're giving.

“ Then what? ”

[survivorsinstinct]

he got better though don't worry

“ What do you mean he got better? ”

The Hunted gazes down upon you, hostility in his eyes as he keeps a grip on you.

[survivorsinstinct]

a bunch of people ate smittenburgers while they were available. also smitten feather fries

What. First the lovesick one's flesh was stolen and made into a meal for more than one person, and now they plucked his feathers and ate those too?

The Hunted lets out a low growl as a final warning before he ultimately decides to pounce on you, lunging towards your direction to pin you down onto the ground.

A threat is a threat, perhaps it wouldn't hurt for him to eat this one. It's about time to eat anyway.

[survivorsinstinct]

He tasted kinda spicy

Spicy flavors were unique, the Hunted had a taste of some spices that he had found in certain places... but that's not the point. He didn't like eating spicy flavors anyway, some made his senses feel numb while others made him too hyperaware of the sensations on his tongue. He slips off the tree and lands gracefully on his feet.

If he wanted to avenge his flockmate, would he have to eat this person? He stares at you with a certain... look in his eyes. It's a warning.

[survivorsinstinct]

tasty

“ ... ”

The Hunted will remember this.

[survivorsinstinct]

🚒 WEEEWOOOWEEEWOOO GETS YOU WITH THE FIRE HOSE

The Hunted ducks into a bush as he first hears the sound of the siren before the water shoots out from the hose. He darts through the shrubbery and scrambles up a tree, hissing at you. Water means damp. Damp means heavy and cold. Not ideal for survival, there's hardly a place to dry off so he could potentially get sick. He would like to avoid that as much as possible... Wait.

Why is there even a fire truck in the forest to begin with???

[blessed-jerry]

It jumps on the fire truck, biting at it. Its teeth are sharp and its jaws are strong, but not enough to break through the solid metal of a fire truck. It growls as it bites at the truck.

[survivorsinstinct]

The Hunted watches as Jerry bites the fire truck, blinking with initial surprise before he crouches down on the tree branch he had climbed on. In a way, he's grateful for its presence here. It can do things he cannot currently do... like bite fire trucks.

[blessed-jerry]

It continues to growl and bite at the fire truck, finally making a half-decent dent. The firetruck is bad! It tried to hurt a friend! Bad firetruck!!

[survivorsinstinct]

The Hunted watches as Jerry bites the fire truck and attempts to tear it apart, not yet lowering his guard even when the truck is dented. He glances at the driver's seat, taking note of whether anyone is currently inside.