That'll be the dinosaur in them. [ - he mutters to himself. He makes a couple more attempts to grab the chicken, but all he gets for his trouble is an earful and several more pecks, and he finally withdraws. They'll have to get her out eventually, but for the moment she isn't bothering anyone, so as long as Carlisle doesn't mind, he can let her be. He shakes his hand out - at least she didn't draw blood this time - and gets to his feet, then shrugs off his coat and hangs it up next to Carlisle's (still ridiculous) fluffy bathrobe. ]
Right, you said they used to be hunted, didn't you? Before your family started protecting them.
[ Which is pretty fucked up! They stand upright, wear clothes, and speak - how could anyone possibly mistake the kind for ordinary animals? ]
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Right, you said they used to be hunted, didn't you? Before your family started protecting them.
[ Which is pretty fucked up! They stand upright, wear clothes, and speak - how could anyone possibly mistake the kind for ordinary animals? ]