5 May 2012
Alan sat quietly at his scathing performance review, wondering if his ability to discern the hidden inner species of other individuals was a gift or a curse. He tried not to recoil at the reptilian presence of his supervisor before him; she sat there hissing and flicking her tongue, her dreadful claws scratching at the surface of her desk as she emphasized her displeasure. Such an uncouth, despicable creature...
In response, Alan did what any fox not in a position of power would do; he used his powers of camouflage to disassociate himself from the immediacy of the attack and blend into his surroundings, not presenting the reptile with a hard striking surface. It was a defensive posture, of course, but it would ensure his survival until the future when he would outwit and defeat her; foxes were quite adept at doing that kind of thing.
Or perhaps his work might be done for him. Leaving his performance review, Alan nodded at the preying mantis personality entering for his. It was entirely possible that the mantis might be pushed too far this time, at which point he would simply tear off the reptile's head, and eat her...
The Undercurrent • Opuss № I