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More sounds! Helios’ blue eyes were huge and round, fixed to the place with the sound. He flicked an ear sideways when the tiny door moved. He never used the tiny door. He didn’t know it could move that way. The source of the smell came through the tiny door, and he crouched down, nose pointed at the prey.

The prey was stupid and stopped to look around! Helios was smarter than the prey. This was good. He would be able to capture it and give it to momma without destroying it. Pounce!

The fox had no idea what was upon him. He had been trying to decide which way to go when suddenly there was a great ball of fur upon him. “Get back, evil beast! Do you know what I am?!” he yelled, voice not holding quite the same tone of fear as it had. 

“You won’t take me alive!” he yelled, biting the furry beast’s paw, allowing him time to scurry away. He ran towards the living room; unfortunately, he had not known the lay out and ended up cornering himself. “When I am to my normal size with my powers, you will suffer beast,” he said as he turned towards the ball of fur to stand his ground. 

Helios jerked his paw back. The prey bit him! How did the prey manage to bite him through his toe-tufts? This was a more canny prey than expected. He licked the bitten place thoughtfully and bounded after the prey. It talked to him, but it didn’t say the words momma said, so he just used the sound to track it.

But why did the prey keep running into corners? It seemed canny, and then it did stupid things! Was it one of those pretend preys that momma sometimes made? Momma wasn’t very good at making prey act like prey, but it was still fun to attack the pretend preys. Especially the bright long feathers that smelled of wildness.

He crouched in front of the prey in its corner by the bookcase, body and tail low and ready to pounce. One paw reached out to tap at the prey.

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iamthefirechild:

Helios folded his paws under his white, fluffy breast and stared at the doorframe. There was a sound there. Something made a /sound/ there. He had to know what it was. He was sure if he waited long enough, he would find what made the sound.

It was not a normal sound. It didn’t sound like food, or momma, or shower. It didn’t sound like footsteps or friends. It sounded like — prey.

It kinda smelled like prey too. He wasn’t as sure about that. Sometimes prey smelled strange, like humin things. This didn’t smell like humin things at all; it smelled like the smells that came in when momma opened the door or took him outside.

Sound! His little dark ears swiveled to point right at the sound, and he sniffed and sniffed. He would catch it. The prey would come out, and he would catch it, and give it to momma as a present, because he loved momma.

The miniaturized Nogitsune had narrowly escaped the clutches of the True Alpha’s pack, choosing to use his suddenly small stature to his advantage. He had wandered as far as he could from the school, but there was only so much walking one could do on such small feet. 

He found a house that appeared to have a door within a door; he assumed this tiny door was used for some animal. He hoisted himself into the house via the cat flap, scurrying to hide behind the nearest object lest he had been seen. 

He mumbled under his breath about cursed humans with their emissary connections as he looked around the foyer to the house. It appeared small and cozy enough. It would do. 

More sounds! Helios’ blue eyes were huge and round, fixed to the place with the sound. He flicked an ear sideways when the tiny door moved. He never used the tiny door. He didn’t know it could move that way. The source of the smell came through the tiny door, and he crouched down, nose pointed at the prey.

The prey was stupid and stopped to look around! Helios was smarter than the prey. This was good. He would be able to capture it and give it to momma without destroying it. Pounce!

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Helios folded his paws under his white, fluffy breast and stared at the doorframe. There was a sound there. Something made a /sound/ there. He had to know what it was. He was sure if he waited long enough, he would find what made the sound.

It was not a normal sound. It didn’t sound like food, or momma, or shower. It didn’t sound like footsteps or friends. It sounded like — prey.

It kinda smelled like prey too. He wasn’t as sure about that. Sometimes prey smelled strange, like humin things. This didn’t smell like humin things at all; it smelled like the smells that came in when momma opened the door or took him outside.

Sound! His little dark ears swiveled to point right at the sound, and he sniffed and sniffed. He would catch it. The prey would come out, and he would catch it, and give it to momma as a present, because he loved momma.