no new friends, but some old fiends! [numair, day 1, (2)]

"AHHHHhhhrrre you- fuckin-" Numair makes sure his soothing deep breath for the day doesn't involve cursing under his breath too loudly, but- "Guess you aren't all that impressive then?"

Numair raises his brow; The Beast doesn't seem all that amused by the joke though. Actually, maybe he had even managed to hurt their feelings. Shit.

"Sorry," Numair looks to the creature now sitting further away than before. And he knew he deserved that. "It was a scary situation. You- were right. To leave."

"Brave, actually." And in that moment Numair couldn't bring himself to even look at the rightfully prideful being. Stubborn and prideful, but rightfully so. Camera lenses for eyeballs and recording devices for feathery fucking ears and just alllll that muscle and those veins of cables, wires, tubing. And for what? Entertainment? Really?

Poor thing.

They flinch disgustedly as Numair has the thought, moving further away with annoyed flicks of the tail and claws tilling the dirt. Shit.

Numair sighs, rubs at his eyes until his vision goes dark, and then begins moving again, watching from a distance as other tributes begin to move to the edges of the Cornucopia archway veiled by voices and into the different sorts of forests that surrounded the clearing. It seemed no one had died yet; Numair counted that as his own little victory to keep himself focused.

His elbow aches as he finds a place to wait, rest, and eat some of... whatever sort of re-gifted oatmeal Ulysses had left him. He sends his silent thanks.

But- obviously only if this doesn't kill me, yeah? Otherwise I'll simply haunt you forever or at least, I don't know piss my ghost piss into your sleeping bag, I don't know.

Cheers, Ulysses.