#predator instincts

[styxthecaracal]

{Content Warning: predatory urges}

You know, for a predator therian, I have a very low prey drive. Like, once every couple of months, I'll see a bird and my predatory instincts tell me to chase it and kill it. But the rest of the time, I just see the bird and my first thought is "friend. Must bother friend. Must not hurt friend" and I just chase it like an idiot.

I love animals. I could never actually hurt an animal. Which is weird because every time someone makes me angry, I imagine my fangs in their skin, like, vividly. It's just a phantom symptom thing that I can't control. But I would also never hurt another person. I hate conflict. Idk, I'm just a walking contradiction 🤷🏽‍♀️

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[eggseabutters]

Shadow is confusing Sonic with food again.

[alteredinstincts]

NEED to chase something down and rip it to shreds.

NEED to feel little bones crunch between my jaws.

NEED to fill the blood drip down my muzzle and stain my fur.

I am so hungry and so caged. Eating takes no effort, brings no joy.

Where’s my hunt? My pride in the kill? This creature I act as grows soft.

My stomach growls with a hunger I cannot quench.

[adragonthatwrites]

Shen Qingqiu as a Naga thoughts continued (Part 1)

At first Liu Qingge doesn't know what to do, which is very much a first for him. He's been in the business of Monster Pest Control for years and this is the first time he's found himself frozen in the face of a beast.

On the bright side the Naga hasn't made any move towards him either, even though he's seen it and it undoubtedly knows he's seen it; they're looking right at each other.

Eventually, Liu Qingge works up the nerves to start slowly backing away, one careful step at a time. He hopes, however stupidly, for a moment that he can just back his way out of this and turn around and leave the territory without further incident.

This hope dies a sad, sad dead as the Naga starts moving in response. Liu Qingge is a trained professional and damn good at his job at that, so he does not panic. His heart is beating against his ribs like a terrified bird but he remains outwardly calm and collected as the Naga slowly unspools from its hiding place, slithering out into the clearing and seemingly following him in his retreat.

His conclusion from the shed skin was correct; it's fully grown. Not a Constrictor type; wrong patterning, and huge though it is he knows those fuckers can get big enough to swallow dragons. This one isn't quite to that size, though its torso alone easily dwarfs his own.

It; he, it's a male; has shimmering green scales; darker on the back, slowly fading into a soft teal green along the underbelly. They shine in the sunlight, reflecting like gemstones in places. The Naga has dark hair, pulled partially up away from his face but otherwise allowed to spill about his shoulders.

His eyes are trained with incredible intent upon Liu Qingge, tongue flicking out every so often to taste the air and coils whispering softly over forest floor as it draws closer to him.

The distance between them is shortening, and Liu Qingge is rapidly running out of ideas for how to get out of this (not that he was coming up with many aside from Back Away Slowly)

Then Liu Qingge steps on a stick, and a loud crack rings through the air. The Naga suddenly freezes, eyes going wider and coils pulling tight. And Liu Qingge, like a fucking idiot, turns around and runs.

He makes it about five paces before something huge is crashing into him. Claws hands meet his back and wrap about his shoulders and then he's spinning, rolling over as coils come forth to wrap about him and secure him tight in their hold. Next thing he knows he's caught tight in the embrace of the Naga, smooth scales pressed against him from all sides and a pair of shining green eyes peering curiously at him from less a palm's width away.

[s0fter-sin]

fainting goat hybrid!ghost whose father and brother loved to scare him and make him faint; exploiting a weakness he didn’t understand and didn’t know how to stop. they took sadistic pleasure in watching his body lock up and fall to the ground with no hope of catching himself until he ended up with more bruises and scrapes from falling than from being beaten

that helplessness chafed at him and he forced himself through the drawbacks of his biology to secure a place in the military, even with the prejudice against prey animals. just for him to take a mission in mexico and find himself enduring the “hospitality” of roba who thinks his involuntary paralysis is a great deal of fun; especially when he learns he’s conscious the whole time

what haunts ghost most is his waking autopsy

not the pain of the incisions, not the trauma of watching roba reach into his body and play with his insides, but the knowledge that he couldn't get away because his own body betrayed him. he wasn't put under, no drugs coursed through his system. he didn’t have restraints fitted on him to lock him to the operating table. it wasn’t necessary

roba just had to make him faint first

after digging himself out of his grave, ghost puts himself on a dangerous cocktail of muscle relaxers and other medications; hormones that block hybrid instincts, vasodilators to increase blood flow and stop his muscles locking up, anti-anxiety meds to cut off his surprise response at the root. he puts his body through the wringer to the point that medical is constantly worried for his health and shocked that he isn't regularly OD’ing

but he will never let his body betray him again

[vaguely-concerned]

that banter lucanis has with davrin where he tells him he shouldn't be letting assan go soft, because when you let that happen to 'predators like us' you turn them into sheepdogs. all anxiety all the time. ...lucanis baby is there something you want to talk about. I mean I know you'd literally rather die but well if you need it the offer is on the table lol

[jellynotbees]

Thinking of siren Narinder again and him later in the au despite caring for Lamb having to fight his instincts to get to a point where he trusts himself to not hurt them. He at that point perceives himself as a monster more than Lamb does and it really shows at times

Like aside from the fear of potentially acting on instinct and hurting then before he can think (he IS a predator after all), he also is venomous and could easily accidentally poison them. He has sharp spines and claws that are meant to rip and tear, not hold. He is designed to kill, not care, which is why he is TERRIFIED.

Meanwhile lamb is pushing the boundaries a little more than they should be. Sitting JUST out of reach of the edge of the water, walking the line between danger and safety, just trying to get what little companionship they can in their situation. Despite everything, they don’t hate Narinder. They actually like him and enjoy his company but still remain reasonably cautious. At a certain point it becomes less fear and more acceptance, him wanting them dead is just a fact of life they accept.

Essentially Narinder is terrified of hurting Lamb but Lamb fully expects him to should they fall into the water and accepts that.

[beatcroc]

pest control TWO!!!!! heres the first one

adn heres the obligatory bonus bc i can't help myself :')

[3-aem]

I AM UNCOMFORTABLE SHOWING WEAKNESS ONLINE WHEN I COULD BITE UR FINGERS OFF ONE BY ONE WITHOUT REMORSE IRL

[styxthecaracal]

I feel the need to chomp. Like, my teeth yearn for the feeling of flesh or just something nice to chew on. I long for the feeling of prey; of flesh and bone, but nothing does the trick. I've tried those silicone or rubber pencil topper things, I've tried just eating meat but nothing does the trick. Curse this stupid human body and it's stupid limits and societal standards TwT

[alisaint]

SNOWJANUS — PREDATOR x PREY; IT WAS ALWAYS GOING TO END THIS WAY.

[1] Sejanus pulled up short. “You never miss a beat, do you? I remember that from school. Watching you watch other people. Pretending you weren’t. And choosing the moments you weighed in so carefully.”

[2] “I don’t have time for explanations. Right now the Plinth brat’s loose in the arena with a pack of wolves. If they see him, they’ll kill him on the spot.”

[3] Sejanus had arrived on the school playground ten years ago, a shy, sensitive boy cautiously surveying the other children with a pair of soulful brown eyes much too large for his strained face.

[4] [Coriolanus] thought of people putting a price on her. With her long, pointed nose and skinny body, Tigris was no great beauty, but she had a sweetness, a vulnerability that invited abuse.

[5] “You could send in some Peacekeepers,” Coriolanus said. “And have [Sejanus] bolt like a rabbit?” she scoffed. “Imagine that for a moment, the Peacekeepers trying to chase him down in the dark. No, we’ll have to lure him out, as uneventfully as possible, so we’ll need people he cares about. He can’t stand his father, no siblings, no other friends. That leaves you and his mother.”

[6] Maude Ivory bent over his ear and whispered, “Don’t let him around Sejanus. He’s sweet, and Billy Taupe feeds on sweet.”

[7] He padded across the dirt, channeling the circus wildcats he had seen here as a boy. Fearless, and powerful, and silent. [Coriolanus] knew he must not spook Sejanus, but he needed to get close enough to converse.

[8] As they passed him, Coriolanus locked eyes with Sejanus, and all he could see was the eight-year-old boy on the playground, the bag of gumdrops clenched in his fist. Only this boy was much, much more frightened. Sejanus’s lips formed his name, Coryo, and his face contorted in pain. But whether it was a plea for help or an accusation of his betrayal he couldn’t tell.

[9] Coriolanus buried his face in his hands. He had killed Sejanus as surely as if he’d bludgeoned him to death like Bobbin or gunned him down like Mayfair. He’d killed the person who considered him his brother. But even as the vileness of the act threatened to drown him, a tiny voice kept asking, What choice did you have? What choice? No choice.

[10] Poor Sejanus. Poor sensitive, foolish, dead Sejanus.

[angeart]

have i ever posted this one? i don't think so. you guys can have it

[pratchettquotes]

The other snake instinctively turned to follow the movement, which is why instinct is not always the keynote to survival, because Magrat clubbed it on the back of the head. With the wand.

It sagged, losing shape as it fell.

The trouble with witches is that they'll never run away from things they really hate.

And the trouble with small furry animals in a corner is that, just occasionally, one of them's a mongoose.

Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad *

*for the anon who asked me to hunt down this singular reference to a mongoose in one of the Witch books. Turns out it was from Witches Abroad, and it's a good teaching moment about the danger of assumptions.

[julijbee]

you want to go to bed so bad. you want to lay down and take a nap so bad right now.

[bittsandpieces]

Different animal here

Actual cute date idea: we go to an aquarium and spend all day looking at the fishies, while I'm constantly thinking about holding your hand and giving you forehead kisses, but I'm too shy to do anything

if you take me to the aquarium I'm kissing you with tongue