Ali's gone rather a long while, several hours at least. When she does return, it's with a brace of rabbits, fluffy little things in cages and it's really best the kids at the pet store don't know what's going to happen to them.
*The passage of time has ceased to register with him. She could have been gone minutes or hours - he hasn't noticed. He hears her approach, but is barely strong enough to look up. The instinct inside him that detects soul presence is still working, though...*
*After a very long moment, he lurches more upright and snags one of the cages. The little creature inside thumps and skitters in alarm, eyes huge and staring as Cervantes drags it, cage and all, onto his lap. There's another pause while he seems to recover himself from such exertion. Then the hand that isn't crushed reaches out, fumbles for the cage catch, and shoves inside.
The little rabbit goes rigid in shock as it is grasped by the scruff. Cervantes' blind eyes briefly darken, red like new blood. The rabbit begins to scream, that terrible child-like shriek that only rabbits in the last stages of extremity can muster...and then silence. The furry body goes limp. So very quick, but not so very peaceful. The cage is shoved from the undead pirate's knees.*
*Cervantes has his head tilted back. It's like eating celery when what you really need is steak, but it's food. His voice is grinding and not the least bit grateful*
*But it's not going to be as simple as all that, and if he had paused to think about it for a moment, he might have realised. His appetite is awake once again. It gnaws at him, reminding him of the hunger of his beloved swords, now lost, reminds him that he could be strong, he could be victorious again if only he would feed and get well.
Like a heroin addict, he will do almost anything to get what he needs, to make his body stop tormenting him. He winces as the hunger bites into his brain*
*Cervantes is a fairly simple chap, sometimes, especially in the way of threats. Inventiveness wastes time you could be spending chopping someone's legs off. The hunger twists at his muscles like cramp. He mutters some particularly uninventive and graphic swearwords under his breath before sneering, in the least penitent way possible*
*Another pause, another grab, another scuffle. The rabbit's panicked scream this time is cut short very rapidly, and the cage is shoved away with slightly more force, rattling wildly across the floor in the apparent hope that it might hit Ali. Cervantes slumps back against the wall. A lot of effort, and the reward is small. But in time it will all be worth it*
*He draws a breath, lets it out, draws another, as if to kickstart his body's automatic breathing response. He certainly doesn't look any better, yet, and he smells awful. His voice rumbles at her*
"I hope you like rabbit."
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Y'came back.
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The little rabbit goes rigid in shock as it is grasped by the scruff. Cervantes' blind eyes briefly darken, red like new blood. The rabbit begins to scream, that terrible child-like shriek that only rabbits in the last stages of extremity can muster...and then silence. The furry body goes limp. So very quick, but not so very peaceful. The cage is shoved from the undead pirate's knees.*
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"Do you want the other now?"
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Aye.
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Give it to me.
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I hope you drown.
*But it's not going to be as simple as all that, and if he had paused to think about it for a moment, he might have realised. His appetite is awake once again. It gnaws at him, reminding him of the hunger of his beloved swords, now lost, reminds him that he could be strong, he could be victorious again if only he would feed and get well.
Like a heroin addict, he will do almost anything to get what he needs, to make his body stop tormenting him. He winces as the hunger bites into his brain*
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Please.
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"Feeling better?"
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Why do you care?
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