don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how i feel
top of the world, but your world isn't real
top of the world, but your world isn't real
She takes note of the reaction - slow and tentative, as if he thinks that she might be some wild beast ready to devour him upon sight. To hunt and trail after him waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. In a way, she was, but not in the way that the dragoon likely thought. And his mind catches up to the racing heartbeat she assumes that he’s harboring when he gets through the initial panic as she sits there in plain sight, tail flicking against her paws, ears perked toward him. Caly? reaches her ears and her whiskers twitch with a quiet confirmation.
The young attuned would have also probably offered a yawn of agreement or a nod of her head, but she spots the void infused river stars as they appear, slinking in with all their dark, spooky splendor. Rather than ignore them, a low and deep snarl escapes her, hopping up on all fours as she nears Kaisel, her lips pull back in a feline snarl, a growl erupting from her throat as if to tell them this one’s her’s to give them the chance to change their mind.
And if they don’t, well, maybe it’ll be nice to dig her claws into something?
The young attuned would have also probably offered a yawn of agreement or a nod of her head, but she spots the void infused river stars as they appear, slinking in with all their dark, spooky splendor. Rather than ignore them, a low and deep snarl escapes her, hopping up on all fours as she nears Kaisel, her lips pull back in a feline snarl, a growl erupting from her throat as if to tell them this one’s her’s to give them the chance to change their mind.
And if they don’t, well, maybe it’ll be nice to dig her claws into something?
Calypso
your world's an ideal
