Somebody knows, somebody's seen. Somebody knows right where you've been.

[sarkraticmethod]

Sark is in a tree.

Yes, you read that right. This would make a great deal of sense if he were a ferret and some sense if he were a tiger, but, at the present moment, he is a person. In a tree.

No, he really doesn't want to talk about it, but he suspects he's going to have to. Apparently, he was taking a walk through the park, contemplating whimsy

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[sarkraticmethod]

Unfortunately for Ves, the sabretooth mooselion falls into the latter category. Fortunately for Ves, there is now a tiger... This is a very low example of the word 'fortunately.'

Sark held off the shift about as long as he could, but eventually the tiger won and he felt like he suddenly tripped, only to be greeted by the ripping of clothes and the tumbling feeling of hitting the ground and rolling and then realizing that all of your senses are sharper and... Oh yeah, you're a tiger.

And now the predatory animal inside is coming back to the Vesmier and Sark's not entirely certain what said predatory animal thinks it's going to do, especially when it's the size of a German Shepherd and the mooselion is the size of a... Mooselion.

Thanks to Ves's sidestepping, he's now out of range and since the beast can't turn on a dime, it has to go after the nearest available target, which just so happens to be the tiger that wasn't there before. It's about then that Sark's inner beast realizes that staring down that thing is a BAD MOVE and starts fleeing towards the safety of the trees, darting away faster than the mooselion can veer, only to lead it smacking hard into a tree. The tree, unfortunately, cracks in half, but at least the stupid mooselion is going to be disoriented for a bit.

Sark rushes back to the Vesmier and nudges his head against the back of his legs, making an annoyed, rumbling noise. Getting away before that thing comes to its senses and runs back at them full force would probably be a good idea.

Let's just not question the fact that he's suddenly a tiger.

[the_vesmier]

The Vesmier startles a little at the tiger nudging his knees, but when a cursory mental brush reveals it to be Sark, that's... at least somewhat reassuring. he turns his attention back to the mooselion.

"I doubt very much we'll be able to outpace or outrange this creature," he says, stepping toward the treeline. "If I may presume a strategy, it seems as though you've slowed it down with that tree..."

His words are quick, but they're perfectly enunciated. The day the Vesmier loses his cool is... well. Not a day anyone really wants to see.

[sarkraticmethod]

Sark plops down on the ground and nods. Of course, Ves can hear him, but the tiger is in the front seat and Sark's struggling to regain enough of his senses to actually think properly. Stupid animal instincts.

After a moment, he finally wrestles the tiger into submission and responds, his mental tone deeply concerned and equally as quick, What else are we meant to do exactly? If they can't outrun it and they can't fight it and they can't just... Trot off and hope it doesn't hunt them down like dogs... What else is there?

...It's then he realizes that he's talking to Ves and that strategy isn't Ves's strong suit. That's also around the time Sark realizes that they're kinda fucked.

[the_vesmier]

Well, "stand there and die" is on the list of options. Fortunately, it's pretty far down.

"The trees are thicker toward that section of the park," Ves says, nodding back without quite taking his eyes off the mooselion. "I doubt it would be able to pursue us without sustaining significant injury."

Unless the tree it just ran into was mooselion kryptonite, or something.

[sarkraticmethod]

Sark nods again, slightly distracted by cleaning his ruff, which is more a nervous habit than a desire to die with clean fur. Something moves in the direction Sark left the aforementioned mooselion in and he jerks his head up and leaps to his feet in a predatory crouch, which he slowly eases out of when he remembers that didn't work so well the last time.

Then I suggest we show the meaning of haste. He trots off towards the trees, more for Ves's benefit than just feeling like trotting away from death is the way to go. Sark's not so unobservant that he doesn't quickly get that running and Ves aren't close personal friends.