Nova
The woman's strong reaction was surprising, forcefully halting her excitement. Her body recoiled, flinching back uncharacteristically like a child who'd been slapped, her smile crashing down. She couldn't understand why someone would be so against the flashing and flames that she found so beautiful. Even if she did, no one had ever spoken to her like that. And she immediately knew that she didn't like it. Not. One. Bit.
Nova's face scrunched into a defensive scowl, fists clenching at her sides. "Nothing is wrong with me. What's wrong with you?" If she'd been in her Tide Jaguar form, her haunches would be raised with fur bristling and tail twitching dangerously. The fear was a distant memory replaced by wounded pride and anger visible in the darkening of her blue eyes to a midnight galaxy. Who was this tremoring woman to judge her?
Nova's face scrunched into a defensive scowl, fists clenching at her sides. "Nothing is wrong with me. What's wrong with you?" If she'd been in her Tide Jaguar form, her haunches would be raised with fur bristling and tail twitching dangerously. The fear was a distant memory replaced by wounded pride and anger visible in the darkening of her blue eyes to a midnight galaxy. Who was this tremoring woman to judge her?
Life is nothing
without a little chaos to make it interesting
without a little chaos to make it interesting
