The kalidah stomped on the ground with his forepaws, snarling as he padded backward defensively. Though he held the higher ground, he was held back momentarily by Scar's chance in stance- something in him recognized it, saw in that preparation for a fight a former roommate whose name he could no longer remember. A large frame and red eyes were all he recognized now, the Scarecrow's mind further and further from who he used to be.
That took him farther from those elements that made him himself, as well: caution, thinking things through, a friendliness that most found hard to ignore. They were replaced by savage ferocity and a feral wrath he couldn't understand. This man was in his territory, and he was going to get him out of it. It all suddenly seemed so clear.
His muscles coiled backward, tension building in his haunches before he sprang at Scar, leaping toward him to pin him down. Instinct spoke to him in a way it never had before, telling the Scarecrow that taking care of Scar would be no problem once he could no longer move.
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That took him farther from those elements that made him himself, as well: caution, thinking things through, a friendliness that most found hard to ignore. They were replaced by savage ferocity and a feral wrath he couldn't understand. This man was in his territory, and he was going to get him out of it. It all suddenly seemed so clear.
His muscles coiled backward, tension building in his haunches before he sprang at Scar, leaping toward him to pin him down. Instinct spoke to him in a way it never had before, telling the Scarecrow that taking care of Scar would be no problem once he could no longer move.