Thalassa
They created the monster
Vesper looks like a nightmare wrapped in inky fur, a moving shadow that slips through her claws like smoke, with nothing to show for it. Her legs land among the grass as she spins to spot the faint glow of his midnight form, as it crouches briefly before barreling into her side, eyes like a vortex of stars and ocean waves. Despite her larger size and his near incorporeal appearance, his muscled side hits her scales hard, throwing her balance off. Thal has to make the split decision to flare her wings and right herself, or tumble into the grass. The feline will have an advantage on the ground, but where would be the fun in flying off?
As she falls to the side, Thal tucks her wings close to avoid snagging the delicate membranes, a low huffing grumble of annoyance pushing from her chest in the motion. The world tilts, making it hard to tell where plants, mirrors, or shadows are in the blur, but she reaches out a leg to snag at the tide jaguar, attempting to twist them into a tangle of scales and fur, to grapple the star-studded sky into the bed of flowers. Sensing the threat of ending on her back, her tail whips against the ground, instinctually rotating her through the motion, righting her body for a moment amongst the chaos.
As she falls to the side, Thal tucks her wings close to avoid snagging the delicate membranes, a low huffing grumble of annoyance pushing from her chest in the motion. The world tilts, making it hard to tell where plants, mirrors, or shadows are in the blur, but she reaches out a leg to snag at the tide jaguar, attempting to twist them into a tangle of scales and fur, to grapple the star-studded sky into the bed of flowers. Sensing the threat of ending on her back, her tail whips against the ground, instinctually rotating her through the motion, righting her body for a moment amongst the chaos.
and then asked why I bite.
