That last comment gets a low, appreciative chuckle out of Bull and he looks up at the tent, quiet a moment to give the agitation some time to start to fade.
"I know what that feels like, the caught up in your head thing. You know, there used to be this guy, came out here to hunt, tan, makes these beautiful furs and sells them to the higher ups in town, ships some of them out to cities. Fancy stuff. He's good. Has this place out at the edge of the wood, lets me stay in it to wait out bad weather."
Right on cue, more of that too-loud thunder makes Bull fold back his ears, grimacing a little until it's passed. This crap's a little quieter when you've got more between you and it than a little canvas.
"Or, you know, used to. If I'd known the last time we talked was going to be the last time he wanted anything to do with me, I would have talked him into giving me one of those furs. A memento, you know? I have this friend, never lets herself stop and enjoy nice things, I was thinking maybe she'd like-"
He stops, sighs. "Doesn't matter now, I guess. So, these pretty little succubi, they just - don't know they're hurting these poor dumbshit humans, right? Or is it just that they don't care? Or a little of both, they just get led around by their wants too much? A panther doesn't know any different, but these succubi, they can talk to their meal first, right? You'd think that would make it different."
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"I know what that feels like, the caught up in your head thing. You know, there used to be this guy, came out here to hunt, tan, makes these beautiful furs and sells them to the higher ups in town, ships some of them out to cities. Fancy stuff. He's good. Has this place out at the edge of the wood, lets me stay in it to wait out bad weather."
Right on cue, more of that too-loud thunder makes Bull fold back his ears, grimacing a little until it's passed. This crap's a little quieter when you've got more between you and it than a little canvas.
"Or, you know, used to. If I'd known the last time we talked was going to be the last time he wanted anything to do with me, I would have talked him into giving me one of those furs. A memento, you know? I have this friend, never lets herself stop and enjoy nice things, I was thinking maybe she'd like-"
He stops, sighs. "Doesn't matter now, I guess. So, these pretty little succubi, they just - don't know they're hurting these poor dumbshit humans, right? Or is it just that they don't care? Or a little of both, they just get led around by their wants too much? A panther doesn't know any different, but these succubi, they can talk to their meal first, right? You'd think that would make it different."