The half-roc looks at the woman in confusion. He had long wondered why he never ate any of these humans. In theory they ought to be good food, and there had been times when he had been quite hungry. But the idea was always repulsive. Strange... And that is hardly the only strange thing about this human. He is feeling some high feeling just from looking at her. It seems to have something to do with how high her attackers had pulled up her dress, but with his almost zero experience, he does not understand.
He does know this one is different from the ones that attacked him, tho he does not understand why. Some of those who ran away might have been of this type, but of course, they had hidden as quickly as they could and he is not sure. But he is unsure what the difference is, nor why it is so important. [Much later, he is to look back and laugh at his ignorance, tho he would acknowledge his younger self, if somehow educated, might have still done nothing about these feelings for fear of their great difference in size. He had fled the rare times he had glimpsed a true roc because it was so much bigger than he. But if those who called him a roc had obviously never seen one, he is still several times larger than any human he has ever seen, this one in particular.
For some reason, looking at the human is quite pleasant. Again, her disarranged dress seems to have something to do with this, but he can't figure out what. But it is pleasant. So he is not about to stop. It is only when she starts to stir that he decides he must act. He really can't let this human escape. Of course he has always been lonely and had adopted several animals as pets, despite all proving disappointments who escaped or attacked. But he wants to adopt more, and this human would surely be the very best pet of all... Tho he is still wondering why.
So the girl is scooped up in his massive claws as soon as she confusedly gets to her feet. A second later she is flying thru the air, and screaming her lungs out. This annoys the half-roc. His other pets had struggled, sometimes violently, but at least they had done so quietly. He had observed this noisy way among other humans, and had wondered about it. This loud, it is quite annoying, but... if it were a little different... Somehow he feels confident that he could like listening to this noise, tho just how at the moment is not at all clear.
His pets had often calmed down. Maybe that will lessen the noise. However, he had best think about pet food. What would she eat? Her fangs were small, like the plant eaters. He would likely have to haul a lot of plants up to the cave, tho some experiments would be needed. Some of his pets had surprised him.
But now the cave is coming into sight. Small for a roc actually, which is why no new roc had come around to claim it, it is quite roomy for the half-roc, and for his reluctant passenger, way beyond huge. It requires little care to fly in and land, letting his new pet down with no injury.
He resumes his very enjoyable staring, wonder whether this pet will try to run or to hide. He would think it would know neither will do any good, but both had been tried, and often. So which will this one try?
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