Something very different sounded in the stranger's own throat, like a tyrannosaur's growl, but was difficult to say what it might mean. Perhaps that was just the creature's way. Whatever it meant, it was still loud and wouldn't be getting forgotten any time soon.
With jaws having reconfigured, the elder-looking female turned head this way and that. Eyes never leaving Valerie as she did so. Neck muscles being tested. Or perhaps getting used to even having them.
Nothing further was spoken. Not yet. Instead, the brunette began to slowly walk around the girl; head kept a little lowered, gaze fixed. Making a loud sniff as she inhaled air through nose, tilting face up. A process not unlike the one exhibited with Echo, not too long ago. Then, ascertaining the hybrid's nature. Now, being used to inform the predator of Valerie's own.
"Different," she observed. Voice now a little more relaxed than before. Less strained. But the pacing wasn't. The brunette swiftly changing direction, trying to circle the other way and then reversing course, yet again. Speeding up. Then taking a small jump, landing on the metal lid of a dumpster. Crouching, using it to perch. Knees wide apart. Hands balancing weight by holding the edge.
Calming... For now.
Another sniff; this time twice.
"To the rest... Different. Not..." Lips closed, quivered and pursed. Thinking on how to pronounce a word. A name. "Not Maloker's. You'd taste... Not the same."
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on 2013-08-26 04:05 am (UTC)With jaws having reconfigured, the elder-looking female turned head this way and that. Eyes never leaving Valerie as she did so. Neck muscles being tested. Or perhaps getting used to even having them.
Nothing further was spoken. Not yet. Instead, the brunette began to slowly walk around the girl; head kept a little lowered, gaze fixed. Making a loud sniff as she inhaled air through nose, tilting face up. A process not unlike the one exhibited with Echo, not too long ago. Then, ascertaining the hybrid's nature. Now, being used to inform the predator of Valerie's own.
"Different," she observed. Voice now a little more relaxed than before. Less strained. But the pacing wasn't. The brunette swiftly changing direction, trying to circle the other way and then reversing course, yet again. Speeding up. Then taking a small jump, landing on the metal lid of a dumpster. Crouching, using it to perch. Knees wide apart. Hands balancing weight by holding the edge.
Calming... For now.
Another sniff; this time twice.
"To the rest... Different. Not..." Lips closed, quivered and pursed. Thinking on how to pronounce a word. A name. "Not Maloker's. You'd taste... Not the same."