#Armed Scav

[lydiaalin]

on today's episode of trying to remember how to draw via femmes covered in blood

[fokrons-art-hell]

My iterator 9 Promises and their scav family (+ a new (YELLOW) addition to family...)

Naming suggestions for the baby r welcome :-)

[spotsupstuff]

How do you think scavs carry their pups while travelling? Doe the pups ride on their back like gorillas or hang off them like orangutans? Scavs have an arched back so it would be easy for them to carry on the back but the pup would be more protected when hanging off the torso and they have long arms so holding on would be easy.

i don't think they should be sorted into one category! i feel like the rascals would be too energetic to accept a single place, but also it'd change according to the situation (what they are traversing at the time) and age. they'd be rather adaptable

[sulfur1c-4cid]

what. the fuck

[syoddeye]

woke up thinking about smasher-esque ghost. thank you early for fueling the cyberpunk/cod thoughts.

cw: noncon, aftermath of violence, mild gore, abduction

The street’s empty. Quiet, save for the scrape of your boots and the distant peal of a sirens. At this hour, the silence isn’t calming, it’s eerie. You almost wish some brainless jingle or blaring advert would cut through the stillness just to drown out the sounds your mind’s starting to invent.

Watson’s like that, you’ve learned.

As gutted and forgotten as the rest of Night City’s outskirts, but less-inhabited. Hollowed out. Still, when the corp ordered your transfer here, it was either pack your bags or termination. Not much of a choice.

You’re two blocks off your usual route, forced to detour after spotting the last people you wanted to cross—scavs, loading what looked like rolled-up bodies into a van. Just enough to make the alley you’re cutting through unfamiliar. The lights overhead flickering and dying in sickly yellow pulses.

The usual stench of garbage and factory smoke thins out, but something else takes their place. Acrid. Metallic. A lump tightens in your throat as firelight dances faintly off the corner up ahead. Your hand drifts toward the pistol holstered at your side.

You take the corner. Slowly. Carefully.

And there they are.

Maelstrom. What’s left of them.

Bodies crumpled in grotesque shapes. Implants torn from sockets, faces crushed like ceramic. Blood and something darker spill across the pavement in glistening pools, wrapping around twitching limbs and shattered optics. A jaw dangles off a hinge of sinew. A prosthetic leg driven clean into a concrete wall, as if hurled like a spear.

Then you name the smell—burned meat and cooked wiring.

You choke back a sound. Step back. Your boot drags through broken glass.

Your heart jumps into your throat. You try to breathe through it, try not to retch. You fumble for your gun, fingers trembling around the grip. You thought you’d be numb to this by now, but this? This isn’t another back-alley shootout. A Trauma Team scene. This is carnage.

You start backing up, retracing your steps—

And slam into something behind you.

Something solid.

You freeze.

When whatever it is doesn’t move, you slowly turn your head, and your mouth drops open.

A massive hand clamps around the back of your neck. Cold. Sticky. Strong enough to crush bone. The heat drains from your body, knees threatening to give out.

A bone-white faceplate stares down at you, blood-spattered and haloed in matte black chrome. Rust-colored optics glow deep in recessed sockets. You make out a thin strip of pale, naked flesh near the jaw, barely visible with your neck craned back as far as it’ll go.

The arm gripping you is the size of a light pole. Wires and hydraulic lines run thick along it, flexing with a mechanical hiss as he tightens his hold. Armor plates click and shift—streamlined, brutal, built for war.

His pupils dilate and shrink in rapid succession, the crawl of a scan dimly registering in the back of your mind.

He ducks his head before it’s over, and a blunt nose brushes your temple. You flinch, try to turn away, but he follows. Breathes you in. A low guttural sound rumbles from his chest as he exhales, hot air washing across your face. You realize your cheek’s wet—that you’re crying.

“Well, well,” he rasps. “Look what I’ve got ‘ere. You lost?”

You can’t get a word out. Just a choked, helpless sound.

He chuckles. Drags you backwards, boot-heels scraping, until you’re forced to face the massacre again. There’s a hiss as he stoops behind you, chin settling heavily on your shoulder.

“They ‘ad a bad night.”

His chest curves over your back like a wall. Broad. Unyielding. The sharp edges of his plating jab into your ribs, your hip, the soft underside of your arm. His other hand snakes around your middle, sliding over your trembling hands, locking over the pistol still gripped tight in your grasp. His fingers curl around yours.

You know in an instant that he could crush the metal and bones wholesale.

“You don’t want to join them, do ya?”

You whimper. Sniffle. Shake your head. You don’t want to die in this alley. You don’t want to be scav meat.

His faceplate presses to your cheek, humming with the vibration of his voice.

“‘Course not. Smart girl like you… Least, I assume, seein’ as you scan Zetatech.” A pause. “You are smart, aren’t ya?”

He squeezes, and pain flares through your hands.

“Y-Yes!” you gasp. “I’m smart! P-Please, I didn’t see anything—I swear, no one would believe me anyway!” You don’t fight, but your legs tremble so violently, it’s a struggle to keep your feet flat.

He coos, low and syrupy, and shifts his grip, sliding from your neck to your waist. One massive arm curls tight around you, pulling you flush to the bulk of him. His other hand steadies you, keeps you upright.

“There we go,” he coos. “No need for all that fuss.” He taps your fingers, still clinging to the pistol. “Let go of this silly thing, then. That’s it—good girl.” 

He pries the pistol from your loosened grip, promptly tossing it into the dark. It skids far out of reach, vanishing into the shadows.

“Now I don’t ‘ave to ‘urt ya.”

There’s a single bolt of relief, a weak and thready pulse of it, but enough. Your breath starts to level out, and you manage to swallow.

“T-Thank you. I-I can pay you. Everything in my account for letting me walk away.”

You don’t have much, but you doubt your life is worth more than a couple hundred eddies.

He’s silent for a beat, hands simply resting where they’re wrapped. 

Then, he moves. One hand shifts downward, dragging slow over your hip, curving along your upper thigh. His fingers dig into the flesh there.

“Mm, do I look ‘ard up for money, sweet’eart?” Synthskin fingertips sneak under the hem of your jacket, cold against your own. “Might be difficult to tell with how I’m built, but I’m definitely ‘ard up for somethin’.” The laugh that leaves him, blowing against your neck, is pure filth.

You whine when he takes handfuls of you at his leisure, spending several minutes groping over your clothes. When you think he’s taken the edge off for himself, he turns you to face him.

And now you see him properly.

He’s less humanoid than you imagined. And at his full height, he towers over you.

“Gonna take you ‘ome, pet,” he purrs. “See if the old man approves. Should, been in want of somethin’ soft for ages.”

Overhead, you catch movement—an AV gliding over the rooftops, silent until it lands on the street out of sight.

You shake your head. Can’t stop yourself, locked in disbelief.

“But I-I won’t tell anyone. I swear. No one would ever—”

“—believe you?” he finishes, mockingly gentle. “They wouldn’t.” His optics flick blue for half a second, receiving some comm, then back to red. He tilts his head. “We pay ‘em not to.”

You go still.

He watches you absorb it, lets it sink in, and then jerks his head in the direction of the street.

“Our ride’s ready. You walkin’ or not?”

It hits like a gut punch. This might be the last choice you get for a long, long time.

You walk. Anything to gentle what you know’s coming.

His strides eat the pavement, three to every one of yours. The sound of his feet betrays the truth of him. Even under custom-tailored gear, you hear the clomp of reinforced limbs, servos whirring with each step.

The AV doors open with a hiss.

He hauls you inside without ceremony, dragging you onto his lap. You’re forced to straddle the heft of his leg. It hurts to sit, your weight crushed against metal.

He notices your wincing and squirming.

“Not very comfy to sit on, am I?” he says, rubbing a hand along a thigh. “I’ll have Soap slap on some flesh when we’re ‘ome. Don’t imagine it’d be pleasant to bounce on me as-is, hm?”

He makes himself laugh again. You don’t look at him. Can’t.

Your eyes fix on the window instead, watching as the industrial sprawl of Watson blurs beneath you.

When his hands start to wander again, shoving under your shirt to play with your tits, he growls out the name you’re meant to whine. 

Ghost.

[revelboo]

THE TENSION BETWEEN THE SCAVENGERS AND THEIR HUMAN IS KILLING MEEEEEEEEE 🫠 🫠🫠 JUST FRAG THAT SQUISHY LITTLE MORSEL ALREADY SPINISTER YOU KNOW YOU WANNA (and then it turns into a gangbang because you gotta share with your fellow scavs)

He definitely does want to

A Lifeless Ordinary Pt 14

Scavengers x Reader

• “Spin, you’re doing it wrong. You have to unwrap the human to get at the valve,” Misfire says, grinning as Spinister just stares blankly at him and you take a moment, then change colors as Krok drops his head into his hands. “Tiny, if you’re wanting spike that bad, I wouldn’t ask him for it.” Teasing you, watching you teeter between horrified to embarrassed is too much fun. His new favorite past time as you squirm like crazy trying to get loose and Spin refuses to release you.

• “Why are you like this?” Krok demands, groaning as Spinister curls forward so your legs are now pinned to your chest and his mind gets distracted by how flexible you are. Primus, help him. What did he do to deserve a crew of deviants? “Spinister, stop.” Because the big medic also seems fascinated with how he’s got you pinned with your ankles against his shoulders and his hips pressed against you, a rumbling growl escaping him.

• “Like what? A delight?” Misfire asks, head tipping to stare at you and the position you’re trapped in, barely able to breathe. Watching the seeker run his glossa over his denta when he catches you glaring at him. And then startling as a big palm is planted by your head and Spinister rocks himself against you. He’s not- he is. Hips rocking against you, grinding as he stares down at you and you use your legs to try and push yourself away only for him to grip your hip. “I just told you the coverings need to come off first, Spin.”

• Crossing his arms and leaning against the wall as Spinister ruts against you, Misfire bites back a laugh as he watches Krok swear and seperate Spin and you. And your face is redder than he’s ever seen it, flushed as you breathe raggedly, scooting back as Spin struggles to get to you. But you’re not actually upset, lips parting slightly as you watch Spinister snarl. Knows Krok is just worried about him hurting you, but he’s almost positive you’re safe with the slightly broken medic. If you don’t mind being fragged, and somehow he doesn’t think you would mind. “Mass displace back,” Krok demands as Misfire drape himself against the medical berth you’re on and lazily reaches a servo out to push you flat, feeling the frantic beat of your heart.

• Snarling, Spinister breaks free of Krok’s servos and seizes your ankle to drag you away from Misfire, rotor blades on his back flaring out slightly as he crouches over you. “Hey, we’re all friends, remember? Krok, let him have his toy,” Misfire says as Krok swears. “Sorry, tiny. Big guy’s getting mad.” Venting as Misfire grabs a protesting Krok and tries to pull him away, that anger runs through Spinister white hot until two little hands land on his battle mask and tug his head down and the anxious fury drains away as he drops his face against your throat, venting deeply. Hears your startled wheeze when he relaxes against you. “Spin, you’re heavy,” you whisper as he presses his face tighter against you, chasing the thrum of your pulse as that confusion ebbs when you run your palms over his helm, his neck, and shoulders to soothe him.

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[kelocitta]

How do you draw scavs so Shaped… I want to push mine more but they just look like they’re suffering and in pain and Not Having A GooD Time

There still pretty rough for me to be honest, but I do have a good idea of how I think they 'work' in terms of anatomy and physiology and I think that helps a lot.

In generally I just keep a big head and a big chest and build around that. If you watch them move around in game, they tend to barely use their hind legs and instead swing themselves around and pull themselves forward with their arms. Their almost always bent forward in that gorilla-esque stance, and I think keeping that helps a lot to maintaining their shape and vibe. It's a big part of why I kept that even when doing 'anthros'- they just don't feel right if you treat their spine like a human spine! Otherwise you can stylize the anatomy quite a bit Really though, I think fully thinking out how you think fake animals work and what theyre similar too, what is most comfortable for them in terms of movement compared to things like humans and cats, etc helps a lot

Some animals I pretty directly pull inspiration from: Gibbons: Long armed apes, although I dont think scavenger's move exactly like them. They are mostly just a good reference for how something with such weirdly proportioned arms would use them

Hares: Just overall vibes, but also their resting posture translates nice to how I consider the body to work. Greyhound (and other lean sighthounds): Large chested but very lean. Weight and fat distribution and limits between species is a neat detail to consider. With something like a greyhound, their healthy weight is very thin looking- to the point they can often *look* underweight or overweight individuals can look 'normal'. I kinda think scavengers are similar! Healthy scavengers just naturally look kinda thin and scraggly. (In contrast, I like to think slugcats are more like humans in that they have a huge range for healthy weight, but tend not to visibly show weight gain/loss unless its pretty extreme.)

Aye-Aye: Their weird ass hands and feet (less fingers though)

[thunder-opossum]

A small blue scavenger cub appears from behind the cheiftan's battered arms. It sqeaks with curiosity, deep blue eyes reflecting what light is left in the sky. It moves towards Sizzle as hir fur pricks and his claws dig into the sandy ground.

The chieftain reaches out for a moment, before pulling her paw back, deciding to let her child learn. She chitters to Sizzle, to let him know of the fragile being coming closer.

The slugcat looks down at the sound of tiny paws against the ground. His eyes are blurred with tears, but he observes the familiar shades of blue. He leans down, trying to get a better look, but he can not wipe his eyes with his trembling arms.

The young one, unclear to be scav or scug, reaches a tiny claw forwards, taping Sizzle on the bridge of his nose. It sqeaks again, placing a whole paw on Sizzle's face. The little one hadn't seen a slugcat before, it was curious.

Sizzle wanted to return the pats to the creature, but yet again, he couldn't control his muscles. He exhaled and leaned back up. He felt as if he stayed so low to the ground, he'd simply collapse and never get up again. But his adrenaline was too great.

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Ngl i wanted to cry while writing this augghh

I did not forget abou the blue scub

[beemochi-art]

Novastorm/Thundercracker A, kilomegs B, chromia/ironhide K, L, Scavenger/Wheeljack Q and Orion/Ariel Z.

A) First meeting

Novastorm was promoted to fly with Starscream. Thundercrackers was already in Star’s group and was annoyed with the prospect of getting another loud squawking shrilled buzzard to deal with.

Then walked in the most breathtaking bot he’s ever seen. Was she still a loud squawking shrilled buzzard? Yes. But he could now suddenly ignore that. He doesn’t talk much and is pretty intimidating, Novastorm wanted to see what he was capable of, she began pushing him and egging him on. Skywarp and Star wanted to see her annoying aft get put in her place and expect a fight to begin. But no, Thundercrackers let her have and do pretty much whatever she wanted. Half the things he let her get away with would have put Star and Skywarp in the medbay for weeks. No amount of bullying and abuse would upset him, he just liked to be around her. Novastorm went from eager to abuse an new toy to being kind of unnerved by him. It shook her to her core when she realized he liked it.

B) First impression of each other

Kilo- tall, dark, mean and dangerous 😏…. Smash

Megs- idiot, brave?, weirdo …. Smash

Megatron was first angry someone would disturb him but upon seeing Kilo he was immediately attracted to him, he began flirting almost immediately after.

For Kilo it was a mix of excitement and attraction, but when he found out he was Megatron, it quickly turned into fear (His excuse is that it was dark). Later tho it was cautious and curious attraction.

K) First fight

In the beginning of their relationship Chromia realized she was holding Ironhide back. He’d just get into trouble if they were together. So she tried to push him away and be needlessly mean to him. Obviously it hurt his feeling, they were always so close. It started to piss him off, the constant avoiding and hurtful remarks angered him because he knew something was up, she could hide it from most people but she couldn’t hide it from him. He continued to press her… Eventually she exploded on him!

L) ....And the first time they had to make up

The way she was acting was stemmed from her own insecurities. She could act like everyone’s comments on her and them didn’t effect her but they did.

Q) First act of non-sexual intimacy (e.g. washing the other's hair, taking a bath together, sharing food)

When Scav gave him that scratch he cared Wheeljack to medbay. All of Wheeljack’s other friends checked on him and did their best to keep Scav away after the whole ordeal was over. Scavenger didn’t bother Wheeljack, eventually Jackie came to visit him. Scavenger apologized profusely, But Jackie remind him that he had already forgave him and came to invite him to his had for engex.

What’s the harm in it. The two ended up talking for a long time and pretty much waisted the day. They were sitting close to each other, sharing drinks and eventually just passed out together. Scavenger swore it wouldn’t happen again, except it happened many times after that until they just started sharing a hab.

Z) First time they said "I love you"

They had been dating for a good bit. Ariel popped by the archives during a break from her job to hang out with Orion. Before she went back to work Orion called after and said he loved her. She stopped dead in her tracks, she swiftly jumped into his arms and kissed him. I love you too.

[scav-gifs-daily]

ID : -1911938973

shocked and appauled i never posted toothpick arms scav here. as long and thin as they come

[raintailed]

how do oyu draw scvaenegrs theyre soooo shaped i love them....

GYAHAHAHA!!!!!!! TUTORIAL TIME!!!!!!

first things first! basic anatomy!

These guys are somewhat monkey-shaped. They have deep chests, long arms, and short legs. They usually move by knuckle-walking, using their arms to swing their legs forward as if they're using crutches.

Scavs have eartlers (which i think are technically horns lol), funny whiskers/sensory frills, and frills/quills on their backs. I also give them ears because I think it looks cute.

A note about their tails: scav tails vary in length (many are tailless), and their tails are thinner than slugcat tails. I imagine their tails aren't as important for balance as it is for slugcats.

From the side, my scavengers have sorta egg-shaped heads; they don't have a very prominent snout. They do, however, have some gnarly teeth - baboon like, but better suited for carnivory? Idk honestly

Scavs have long, 3-fingered hands and 2-toed feet. Some scavengers have a third toe on their feet, but it's vestigial. Their palms/soles are hairless for better gripping and are usually lighter than the surrounding fur.

Variations!!! Scavs are super diverse and I highly recommend taking many screenshots of them. I didn't draw anything for elite scavengers here.

Horns range from nubs to large branches. Some scavengers have horns on their cheeks as well as on the top of their heads.

Whiskers can range from being absent to looking like beards.

Scavenger eyes range in size, narrowness, and angle. Pupils can be absent, dark-colored, or light-colored.

For colors, scavengers are usually gray or brown with darker points. Light and bright-colored scavs are unusual but they do appear!

Proportions and quills vary, and that can have some hilarious results. I've seen scavengers with stick-thin arms, others with tons of big quills, etc.

Scavenger body language is pretty complex. I recommend checking the wiki and watching them in-game to study how they move and act. Their quills do seem to be an important part of how they communicate, since frightened or startled scavengers vibrate their quills!

Hopefully this stuff is helpful!

[sulfur1c-4cid]

IN MY DEFENSE I NEVER ACTUALLY LEARNED HOW TO DRAW ARMS/silly

[ask-the-pioneer]

Does Marble ever participate in holidays the Scavangers celebrate as well? Was wondering if they first began to observe the Scavenger's culture when they were a young pup and overtime participated in them.

Back when Marbles stayed with the toll tribe (the one that attacked her family) she had observed a handful of small celebrations, but didn't take part in any of them. It was because: (1) her "stay" with the toll tribe was relatively short, (2) the tribe itself was not very big, and (3) the scavs kept her at an arm's length, as they did not trust the slugpup. Still, Marbles is a clever girl and she managed to organically learn scavenger language - well enough to understand and converse with them. She still remembers the customs, and most importantly - how to behave around scavs who are more skittish compared to scugs. Later on after Hunter adopts her, she has no reason to speak scavlang beyond a few random scavenger encounters during her expeditions.

Scavengers do not have a unified set of holidays. A tribe from the eastern side of the continent will have different customs to another tribe that lives more inland - it's localized.

I like to think that for bigger tribes, here named clans (several families grouped together) that occupy a sizeable chunk of land, it's more common to celebrate holidays of some kind. It's easier to bring a lot of different people together if you got a fun day to look forward to.

I know it's probably years away from now (cuz I'm slow af), but you will see more of the scavenger culture + the associated holidays in Act 3. It will feature a big scav settlement near an ocean and a decaying iterator.

[syoddeye]

SY!!! I saw your post talking about cyberpunk and cod and now I can't stop thinking about it!

I just know that soon as John hears a sweet deal he calls up reader, knowing they're perfect for the job.

Eventually he begins to brag to the other fixers he knows, aka gaz, ghost, and soap who all want to hire reader but ofc John is way too possessive of them, bribing reader with extra eddies and even gifts reader iconic upgrades to their system.

I can imagine Viktor as Nikolai…giving them random discounts for him to replace their implants every time Price feels like the other boys are roping reader away…

oh i hadn't thought about all of them being fixers!

price. you're his favorite. the moment you arrived on the scene, you’ve been in his crosshairs. he has complete faith in you and no problem giving you the most dangerous, dirty jobs. he worries, of course, but he'll never bet against you. rewards you even when you break a few clauses. always inviting you round to family dinner. (i get padre vibes—not necessarily the religious angle, but the calmer, old-school vibe.)

gaz. ex-corp turned fixer. big regina jones vibes with that altruistic streak—helping cyberpsychos, but not afraid to get his hands dirty. maybe reader impresses him early on, or price recommends her for a job. you share a deep hatred for scavs and basically anyone snatching people off the street for their hardware and organs. after a flawless job, he hits you with a that's my girl and it keeps you up for a week.

soap 🤝 el capitan, fuck ass haircuts. calls and texts incessantly. sends you pics of new rides all the time. apartments. did you want tickets to the nc blackouts game in lieu of payment? you'd have to go with him, but—no? alright, yer loss. (later that night, he sends you a selfie from the game, arm slung around someone who could pass for your double. fucking weird.) loves sending you after maelstrom.

ghost. man. honestly? could see him as something between a fixer and a ripperdoc. knows all the best and worst characters, loves to get his hands on fine equipment. roots around in you while you're at your most vulnerable in his chair. always has a hand on you if you're in his office—which is all the time, because face-to-face is more secure than any encryption, bird. takes to tapping your nose with a knuckle when you take a job. his breathing goes real rough when you report back, bloodied and bruise, and steals a squeeze for a job well done.

nikolai…oof, i think he could be a nasty fixer, too. but i get the ripperdoc vibe, too. you would have never gone to this clinic if john hadn't vouched for him. he always has the latest and greatest hardware in stock and a steady supply, but has a rule: you don't ask about where he gets any of it. lots of nasty jokes when he's wrist-deep in your abdomen.

[goatgoatgoat7778]

I had an ftl fanfic from last June that I’ve been meaning to revise… so I wrote something completely different instead lol. This is based on the starvation mechanic, and the couple of times a scavenger got stuck with me. I tried to keep this one short since having to go over my own writing is terrible and I always procrastinate.

Saga the slugcat made her way back to the shelter, noting with slight disappointment that there were fewer berries to eat than the last time she took that path. She liked to gorge herself last-minute before hibernation; being overly stuffed impeded her athleticism, but it didn’t matter if she was already at the shelter. Though she hadn’t quite eaten her fill, there was still a satisfying distention in her furry white belly that assured, at the very least, she wouldn’t be completely ravenous the next cycle. When she crawled into the shelter- WHAM! She fell on her rear and found herself staring into the wide yellow eyes of a Scavenger that had been trying to leave just as she was entering. As they stared at each other in a daze, the exit to the shelter slammed shut with a heavy metallic thud. Saga had triggered the shelter’s auto-lock system and trapped this poor Scav along with her. Whoopsie. The Scav sat down and patted his side, motioning her to sit next to him. She curled up next to him, and couldn’t help but nestle into his warm fur. He welcomed the gesture, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in closer. Saga was glad she had such a good reputation with the Scavengers- if she didn’t, things would have been a lot more awkward. She had no doubt in her mind, however, that she would’ve been able to take this Scav on in hand-to-hand combat if it came to that. Maybe that’s why she allowed herself to get comfortable so quickly. As she started to doze, she became unconsciously aware of a low rumbling sound that filled the shelter. Her stomach often loudly digested as she fell asleep so it wasn’t too out of place for her, but she didn’t feel any activity in her stomach. Her head perked up as the Scavenger placed a hand on his stomach as a more intense growl came from it, the quiet of the shelter only serving to amplify it. She cocked her head. You okay? He waved a hand dismissively in return. I’m fine, don’t worry about it! The long, stomach-shaking groan claimed otherwise. Saga put the pieces of the puzzle together- there was less food around because the Scavenger had eaten some, and he must’ve come in here looking for food- and from the sound of it, he hadn’t gotten enough to comfortably hibernate. She placed her ear on his stomach, listening to the hollow growls that resonated from it and feeling the rumbles that traveled across the length of his belly. To her it was like white noise, and she eventually drifted off to sleep.

As she began to wake up, her stomach gave a painful twist that made her wince. She rubbed her now flat and empty stomach and worked out some growls to ease the hunger pains. She ate enough so that she wouldn’t be this hungry when she woke up which could only mean- she slept in! She hadn’t done that since she was a pup! In fairness to herself, the Scavenger was wrapped around her like a warm weighted blanket and she can’t remember the last time she was this comfortable. She shuffled a bit and gave her companion, who had turned to lie on his back, a look over. Though he was naturally lithe, his stomach had sunken in considerably and his ribs began to poke out through his fur. It shook and growled and when she placed her hand to it, she could feel his innards churn and twist desperately for sustenance, loudly complaints passing through his thin tummy. As the racket began to wake him up, he saw her looking at him with big sad eyes. He tried to wave it off again, but a long string of growls that made him double over interrupted him. Wait here. She motioned with her hands. She felt a bit guilty for keeping him here longer than he needed to, especially when he was so hungry. She’d go out and hunt a feast he’d never forget.

[ammonitetheseaserpent]

I think scugs and scavs are like. opposite types of skrunkly in certain ways

like. you have these mammalian slugs w/ small paws and sometimes no visible (retracted maybe) arms. absolute blob critters

then you have these lanky, sharp, bristly creatures. like that one content-aware-scrunched black cat