|Henry McCoy (i_thebeast) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2012-02-15 20:34:00
|Entry tags:||baba yaga, henry mccoy, stand still|
The beast had staked a claim deep behind some buildings, a series of deep alleys that nobody was bothering. He'd been attracted to the woods initially, but there was too many people there. Too much open space. And things with lights and horns had kept following him, coming after him after he ran into people.
Back here there'd been a few people, even ones who'd brandished weapons and tried to establish themselves as threats. After he'd thrown the first one thirty feet into a brick wall the rest had fled, which was fine by him. So, alone at last, the big creature stumbled and then sank to the ground, sweatsoaked and panting. His throat hurt, his entire body hurt, but he was too exhausted to do more than curl slightly and lick at his wrist where one of the men had hit him with their bats.
This wasn't home and it wasn't safe, but he could find nothing better, and the lights and sounds were too much. He curled into a ball and hugged his knees, staring into the dank expanse ahead of him.
A smaller creature, a dog of some mixed breed, wandered into the alley shortly thereafter. It's occupant stared at the small thing, watching it closely. It looked good enough to eat, but hunting was the last thing on his mind right now. He ignored it until it came over to him and started sniffing carefully.
A roar and a swipe sent the mutt yelping and running, but the effort only sent more pain through the beast's mind and he didn't give chase, instead rolling over and growling slightly, waiting for his pain to pass. When it was gone he'd find a safer place, something to eat. Maybe he'd track the dog down again.