[It is a good thing he is prepared to dodge, because dodge is what he needs to do. The lunge happens, teeth bared and claws extended, but though they might graze his clothing or hair he manages to extricate himself from a bloody death. The large creature streaks past him in a blur of pale, its large, fluffy tail whipping behind it as it turns to keep its back protected, hackles raised.
Something shifts, barely visible beneath the thick fur of the creature's throat. Its vocal chords, perhaps. Because the snarls slowly turn into something more intelligible, to syllables and garbled attempts at sounds that eventually become the words,]
Help?
[The voice is neither overtly male nor female, but instead something summoned from a powerful spirit's heart and forced into the only crude language that humans understand. Rather than let itself be cornered, it begins to stalk, its black lips twisted into a mockery of a "grin".]
totally imagine the voice of moro from princess mononoke
Something shifts, barely visible beneath the thick fur of the creature's throat. Its vocal chords, perhaps. Because the snarls slowly turn into something more intelligible, to syllables and garbled attempts at sounds that eventually become the words,]
Help?
[The voice is neither overtly male nor female, but instead something summoned from a powerful spirit's heart and forced into the only crude language that humans understand. Rather than let itself be cornered, it begins to stalk, its black lips twisted into a mockery of a "grin".]
How will somettthing like you help me?