It made for a melancholy melody, but Logan was not moved. He could not feel whatever the creature was feeling, though he felt more the prey than the hunter while he watched. Though the creature was purely alien, there were some things that were universal for all creatures. This one could sense life and it was reacting in kind. The pinging and guttural language adopted because something of a query as it continued to repeat the same set of sounds. Thum thum it went, over and over. It occurred to him after a moment that the sound was a crude imitation of a heartbeat. Logan swore under his breath.
There was no sense in being secretive now. He stepped out into the open and retracted his claws. "Alright big guy, you just keep yer distance and there'll be no need for-"
The creature moved faster than Logan could have imagined. He had scarcely raised a hand in alarm before his back was suddenly against the wall being pressed there by a thin but powerful arm. From the creature's chest, three slender fingering appendages began to explore his neck and chest and face. The Tuneful Fellow had never known a creature such as this, but he felt as well as heard. This creature felt wrong and foreign. There was something toxic about it and it was shaped entirely wrong. This was far from being one of his own people. The sounds it made were meaningless and from probing, the sounds seemed to be produced by pushing air through two moving flaps of flesh. It was an interesting discovery. But it was made suddenly short when one of the three appendages was severed. The Tuneful Fellow lost all sense of the world and reacted violently.
Logan was soon facefirst in the dirt, broken and mangled. He was bleeding profusely and several of his bones had been broken and bent into directions they were never meant to go. He had lost sense of what had happened the moment he ripped off that freaky creature's tentacle. However much Logan might have desired for a peaceful communication, he was not about to let some alien asshole start frenching him without an invitation. After that, the creature had beaten the hell out of him before fleeing. Had Logan been any other man, he'd have been dead a hundred times over. Instead, he sat in the dirt groaning. From the top of the riverbed, the Tuneful Creature watched and wept because his own pain seemed unbearable.
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There was no sense in being secretive now. He stepped out into the open and retracted his claws. "Alright big guy, you just keep yer distance and there'll be no need for-"
The creature moved faster than Logan could have imagined. He had scarcely raised a hand in alarm before his back was suddenly against the wall being pressed there by a thin but powerful arm. From the creature's chest, three slender fingering appendages began to explore his neck and chest and face. The Tuneful Fellow had never known a creature such as this, but he felt as well as heard. This creature felt wrong and foreign. There was something toxic about it and it was shaped entirely wrong. This was far from being one of his own people. The sounds it made were meaningless and from probing, the sounds seemed to be produced by pushing air through two moving flaps of flesh. It was an interesting discovery. But it was made suddenly short when one of the three appendages was severed. The Tuneful Fellow lost all sense of the world and reacted violently.
Logan was soon facefirst in the dirt, broken and mangled. He was bleeding profusely and several of his bones had been broken and bent into directions they were never meant to go. He had lost sense of what had happened the moment he ripped off that freaky creature's tentacle. However much Logan might have desired for a peaceful communication, he was not about to let some alien asshole start frenching him without an invitation. After that, the creature had beaten the hell out of him before fleeing. Had Logan been any other man, he'd have been dead a hundred times over. Instead, he sat in the dirt groaning. From the top of the riverbed, the Tuneful Creature watched and wept because his own pain seemed unbearable.