[Despite its trashing, Riku is steadfast, keeping his jaw clamped firmly on that tail and squeezing when he finds the strength. More acidic ooze splashes out of the tail, but the stinger never seems to be able to find a body to poison.
Even as it falls to the ground, Riku can feel the strength leaving its body as the bond tethering him to Sora picks up the rabbit's ferocity as he tears into its neck. An ear perks up at his own name, but the feline still holds onto the tail in his mouth, stunned by the adrenaline rush and cautious over whether the beast was actually dead.
But its body was growing colder and the taste of its blood in Riku's mouth was getting to be a bit much. Metallic, yet it started to sting his tongue and that's when he let's go. Riku's face and muzzle are a complete mess, his pale fur stained by its blood, and he's doing his best to resist licking the stuff off.
He struggling to get the taste out of his mouth, his tongue flicking in and out of his mouth, as he pads his way over to Sora, keeping his ears on the bunny and his eyes on the creature. You can never be too careful...]
You okay...?
[It comes out in a rumble and he noses Sora gently, minding the tall ears. He knows the answer, feeling the burn of exhaustion and the sting of he wounds from Sora. But still, careful eyes tearing themselves away from the carcass to give his friend a once over. Battered, and the sight of the singed spots of fur make his hackles rise, but he's okay. They're both okay.
Another gentle nudge as Riku plants his nose on the crown of Sora's head, his nest of spikes making him huff lightly, and he moves to the other side of his friend to sitting on his haunches. He still hasn't shifted back into his usual form. As tired as he is, Riku would rather stay looking like this for as long as he can right now. The exhaustion that comes with changing out of this form tends to hit him like truck, hard and fast.]
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Even as it falls to the ground, Riku can feel the strength leaving its body as the bond tethering him to Sora picks up the rabbit's ferocity as he tears into its neck. An ear perks up at his own name, but the feline still holds onto the tail in his mouth, stunned by the adrenaline rush and cautious over whether the beast was actually dead.
But its body was growing colder and the taste of its blood in Riku's mouth was getting to be a bit much. Metallic, yet it started to sting his tongue and that's when he let's go. Riku's face and muzzle are a complete mess, his pale fur stained by its blood, and he's doing his best to resist licking the stuff off.
He struggling to get the taste out of his mouth, his tongue flicking in and out of his mouth, as he pads his way over to Sora, keeping his ears on the bunny and his eyes on the creature. You can never be too careful...]
You okay...?
[It comes out in a rumble and he noses Sora gently, minding the tall ears. He knows the answer, feeling the burn of exhaustion and the sting of he wounds from Sora. But still, careful eyes tearing themselves away from the carcass to give his friend a once over. Battered, and the sight of the singed spots of fur make his hackles rise, but he's okay. They're both okay.
Another gentle nudge as Riku plants his nose on the crown of Sora's head, his nest of spikes making him huff lightly, and he moves to the other side of his friend to sitting on his haunches. He still hasn't shifted back into his usual form. As tired as he is, Riku would rather stay looking like this for as long as he can right now. The exhaustion that comes with changing out of this form tends to hit him like truck, hard and fast.]
Good job, bunny.