Well pardon my manners, just something about you turns me to a savage
He stifles a yawn as he tilts his head back against the well's support. He'd been too anxious to sleep well, part of why he'd gotten up so early. The other part is because he's not actually entirely sure when the day actually starts (midnight, which literally is the middle of the night, or when dawn breaks, and if so how much dawn?) and he doesn't want to miss out on her over a technicality, or by sleeping in on a day that there'd be no substitutes for. With some relaxation creeping in now that the day is finally here though, that he's settled at the proposed meeting point, that he has nothing left to do but wait and see if he's got a chance, it threatens to grant some of that slumber. He shakes his head, slapping his cheek a few times and curling his fingers into his palm any time his eyes felt heavy thereafter.
Fortunately, adrenaline is an excellent stimulant for waking you up, and that's exactly what he receives.
The sight of the jaguar sends an immediate thrill of fear into him. Everything stiffens, instinct overriding sense, and that screams for him to freeze. His breath exhales slow as his hand gradually pulls back towards his backpack, lodged behind his lower back for support, the pack one he never leaves home without having with him these days. He reaches in for whatever weapon he can grasp first, one of his knuckle dusters cool to the touch and sliding into his hand with ease. Though he doesn't intend to box a panther, he's also certain he can't outrun one, and he'd rather get some kind of good hit in to prove he's not the easy meal it clearly thinks he is.
Weirdly though, the pretty kitty does not settle into a stalking position like he might expect, and instead settles with a fathomless patience and familiarity that Kaisel can only recognize when some of the moment has stretched past the initial PANIC. His 'brow furrows with careful consideration, his movements still slow, breath still shallow, like the noise of it might result in a snarl after all. Except, now he's not so sure it'd be one from hunger.
"Caly?" he asks, feeling half crazy asking the murder kitten this. She had told him about her shift, but he'd never seen it. He's also no biologist, but he'd always thought the tide jaguars were darker than this, whereas this one is too reminiscent of all of the bright and golden things that he loves about Caly. So crazy or not, it seems like it could be her. If it is, he's not sure that's really any better, because why else would she approach with claws at the ready unless she intends to use them?
Just as he's about to open his mouth to say more, whether to Caly, or to this unique murder machine, he feels the tendril of a void river star wrap around his foot. The fuck? He reaches down to grab at it, but a whole host of them have crawled up and over the well. "Fuck!" he yells, ripping the one off and tossing it as he starts to get to his feet, several more rising up to his leg.
Fortunately, adrenaline is an excellent stimulant for waking you up, and that's exactly what he receives.
The sight of the jaguar sends an immediate thrill of fear into him. Everything stiffens, instinct overriding sense, and that screams for him to freeze. His breath exhales slow as his hand gradually pulls back towards his backpack, lodged behind his lower back for support, the pack one he never leaves home without having with him these days. He reaches in for whatever weapon he can grasp first, one of his knuckle dusters cool to the touch and sliding into his hand with ease. Though he doesn't intend to box a panther, he's also certain he can't outrun one, and he'd rather get some kind of good hit in to prove he's not the easy meal it clearly thinks he is.
Weirdly though, the pretty kitty does not settle into a stalking position like he might expect, and instead settles with a fathomless patience and familiarity that Kaisel can only recognize when some of the moment has stretched past the initial PANIC. His 'brow furrows with careful consideration, his movements still slow, breath still shallow, like the noise of it might result in a snarl after all. Except, now he's not so sure it'd be one from hunger.
"Caly?" he asks, feeling half crazy asking the murder kitten this. She had told him about her shift, but he'd never seen it. He's also no biologist, but he'd always thought the tide jaguars were darker than this, whereas this one is too reminiscent of all of the bright and golden things that he loves about Caly. So crazy or not, it seems like it could be her. If it is, he's not sure that's really any better, because why else would she approach with claws at the ready unless she intends to use them?
Just as he's about to open his mouth to say more, whether to Caly, or to this unique murder machine, he feels the tendril of a void river star wrap around his foot. The fuck? He reaches down to grab at it, but a whole host of them have crawled up and over the well. "Fuck!" he yells, ripping the one off and tossing it as he starts to get to his feet, several more rising up to his leg.
Kaisel
Got me running in circles around you to please you, I do what I need to
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
