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Civi watched the misty figure fall completely silent as she lapsed into a bout of thought, her head tilting down and her gaze focusing towards the ground rather than on him. He watched the young woman in his own bout of emotion, of intense curiosity and caution, as the violet tendrils began wrapping themselves closer to her form and solidified the smokey consistency she had into something just a tad more defined. The young woman seemed shocked by this, and Civi felt himself tense up a good deal and narrow his eyes. Was something wrong? Could it, by some chance, cause him some kind of harm? His fingers did a subtle flex inward as he watched the purple figure carefully, shoulders tensed once more and gaze piercing and examining for any signs of threat that he sensed.
He was startled out of his searching gaze when a slot to his cage opened, causing him to jump from his spot and quite literally leap onto all fours, poised into a defensive stance with a curled lip and exposed fangs in the direction of the sudden noise. He studied the area as he watched a familiar-looking, very large crate-like box be pushed through the large gap now made in his vaulted door and drop onto the ground with a soft thump. As soon as the guard shut the slot with a loud crang, Civi glanced at the box that was pushed into his cell and immediately loosened from his defensive stance, realizing that it was only breakfast. Oh, hey, wait, it was breakfast! The second the thought came to his mind, he felt and heard his stomach snarl. The scent of raw, buttery meats drifted from the crate, and he felt his mood do a noticeable rise in excitement for the first meal of the day.
Since Civi was obviously a rather large creature, he always required an immense amount of food each day, and a good lot of food for each of the three meals they were given. Being carnivorous, Civi could survive purely on meat and water if he had to, and that's exactly what he was given each day - a container of fresh, cold water and sealed, though easily openable packages of fresh, raw meat in a large styrofoam box. The container of water was easily openable as well, and that's one of the only skills that he allowed the humans to teach him - how to open his large jugs of water.
The SCP was about to stand himself back up and retrieve it, but the misty figure beat him to it. The tendrils swirling about at her feet suddenly disconnected and solidified somewhat, which made Civi tense and coil in a sense of challenge. For a moment, he honestly had the impression that she was going to take his meal for herself, which led his levels of aggressiveness to momentarily rise. But they quickly dropped back down when she simply picked up the box, moved it in front of where he now was placed, and let it rest on the ground again.
The SCP glanced up at the violet figure and offered her an expression of slight excitement and subtle gratitude, his features relaxing and communicating his silent 'thank you' to her. He then proceeded to open the box of meats and take the first sealed package from it's place, ripping open the plastic as if it was nothing and leaning his head back. His claws pinched and penetrated the tender meats as he opened his jaws wide and let the multiple pieces drop inside of it, snapping it shut with a small clicking sound and chewing. Oh, the taste was just delicious. It wasn't exactly like the wild meat he had in his past years, but it was close enough for his liking. He continued taking the meats and swallowing them down, savoring their flavor. He also, at one point, grabbed the water jug placed next to the sealed meats, carefully and very, very meticulously unscrewed the jug, and drank when needed before setting it back down again.
As he ate, he heard the violet form speak to him, which made him quickly swallow his mouthful and focus his bright gaze back onto the figure. She asked him {by name, to add, which made him more attentive} if he could trust her to try something that could possibly help him speak to her. Although at first, the idea sounded rather intriguing, Civi's instincts came in and calmed down his curiosity, talking some sense and explaining that now was probably not the time to try such a thing. This SCP was still a stranger to him, despite her friendliness in his presence, and he should be developing some form of trust with her before he ran off allowing her to tamper with him.
Reluctantly, he agreed with this voice, and allowed his facial features to tense up somewhat in a silent 'no thank you' to her offer. He tried making his silence polite, and allowed a small, disapproving whimper rise from his throat and passed through his lips, hoping she would get the message that he didn't feel all that comfortable allowing her to do something like that at his current moment.
He was startled out of his searching gaze when a slot to his cage opened, causing him to jump from his spot and quite literally leap onto all fours, poised into a defensive stance with a curled lip and exposed fangs in the direction of the sudden noise. He studied the area as he watched a familiar-looking, very large crate-like box be pushed through the large gap now made in his vaulted door and drop onto the ground with a soft thump. As soon as the guard shut the slot with a loud crang, Civi glanced at the box that was pushed into his cell and immediately loosened from his defensive stance, realizing that it was only breakfast. Oh, hey, wait, it was breakfast! The second the thought came to his mind, he felt and heard his stomach snarl. The scent of raw, buttery meats drifted from the crate, and he felt his mood do a noticeable rise in excitement for the first meal of the day.
Since Civi was obviously a rather large creature, he always required an immense amount of food each day, and a good lot of food for each of the three meals they were given. Being carnivorous, Civi could survive purely on meat and water if he had to, and that's exactly what he was given each day - a container of fresh, cold water and sealed, though easily openable packages of fresh, raw meat in a large styrofoam box. The container of water was easily openable as well, and that's one of the only skills that he allowed the humans to teach him - how to open his large jugs of water.
The SCP was about to stand himself back up and retrieve it, but the misty figure beat him to it. The tendrils swirling about at her feet suddenly disconnected and solidified somewhat, which made Civi tense and coil in a sense of challenge. For a moment, he honestly had the impression that she was going to take his meal for herself, which led his levels of aggressiveness to momentarily rise. But they quickly dropped back down when she simply picked up the box, moved it in front of where he now was placed, and let it rest on the ground again.
The SCP glanced up at the violet figure and offered her an expression of slight excitement and subtle gratitude, his features relaxing and communicating his silent 'thank you' to her. He then proceeded to open the box of meats and take the first sealed package from it's place, ripping open the plastic as if it was nothing and leaning his head back. His claws pinched and penetrated the tender meats as he opened his jaws wide and let the multiple pieces drop inside of it, snapping it shut with a small clicking sound and chewing. Oh, the taste was just delicious. It wasn't exactly like the wild meat he had in his past years, but it was close enough for his liking. He continued taking the meats and swallowing them down, savoring their flavor. He also, at one point, grabbed the water jug placed next to the sealed meats, carefully and very, very meticulously unscrewed the jug, and drank when needed before setting it back down again.
As he ate, he heard the violet form speak to him, which made him quickly swallow his mouthful and focus his bright gaze back onto the figure. She asked him {by name, to add, which made him more attentive} if he could trust her to try something that could possibly help him speak to her. Although at first, the idea sounded rather intriguing, Civi's instincts came in and calmed down his curiosity, talking some sense and explaining that now was probably not the time to try such a thing. This SCP was still a stranger to him, despite her friendliness in his presence, and he should be developing some form of trust with her before he ran off allowing her to tamper with him.
Reluctantly, he agreed with this voice, and allowed his facial features to tense up somewhat in a silent 'no thank you' to her offer. He tried making his silence polite, and allowed a small, disapproving whimper rise from his throat and passed through his lips, hoping she would get the message that he didn't feel all that comfortable allowing her to do something like that at his current moment.
