[ the inherent instincts of his natural soul demands release, an outburst of bloodshed that'll satiate its desire to hunt and conquer, devouring the unspoken solace between human and game. but phainon is practiced in self-control, more enthralled by the throng of wildlife, eager to offer mere humans their attentive, nonthreatening presence than the desires of an implanted beast, more than prepared to tear anything with a pulse limb from limb — ]

What do you think of this?

[ this, phainon asks to anyone nearby, lingering or looking to wander away, past his momentary spot of respite. his little loaf of bread, once untouched, is now being picked apart, becoming crumbs for the critters to claim and enjoy by his feet as he drops bits of them, harmlessly, upon the ground. ]

It's quite the contrast compared to the peculiar goings-on when venturing beyond the city's borders, but something of a novelty all the same. Unless that isn't the case for you?

[ granted, all of this is just as strange. it's merely... uneventful. a little too peaceful. but he'll take what he can get. ]