Nova
Nova narrows her eyes at the comment of her hunting ability. She does just fine, thank you very much. But she's quickly distracted by talk of shifts and parentage. Her face brightens, a colorful smile spreading across it. "That's so cool! My mom's a goddess and my dad has magic like me!" She tilts her chin up, chest puffing out with pride at her family. She's even ready to dote and brag on her siblings before they're suddenly at odds.
Clutching the shaved ice closer than the cat, Nova recoils at the outburst. Annoyance and indignation rise to meet it, magic flaring in answer. "It's not like I'm hurting them!" They got food and pets when she could easily make them fight each other or run into walls. In all, she's being nice to them, and yet, this girl stands here with hand outstretched like she plans to contort Nova into a cruel pretzel.
Uncertain whether that's even possible, she draws back her lips, fangs appearing as she prepares to defend against whatever might come at her. Tension rises in every muscle, skin bristling like fur threatening to break through. The break in concentration and mounting confrontation snap her control over the cat, causing it to hiss and leap from her lap, scattering the birds in a flurry of feathers just as the girl rushes for an attack.
Instinct has ice and wind whipping around her, slamming into the bird like a wall to shove her back. Fury glows in her eyes, magic whirling dangerously around her to protect from further assaults or insults as she shouts back, "And you're just JEALOUS!"
Clutching the shaved ice closer than the cat, Nova recoils at the outburst. Annoyance and indignation rise to meet it, magic flaring in answer. "It's not like I'm hurting them!" They got food and pets when she could easily make them fight each other or run into walls. In all, she's being nice to them, and yet, this girl stands here with hand outstretched like she plans to contort Nova into a cruel pretzel.
Uncertain whether that's even possible, she draws back her lips, fangs appearing as she prepares to defend against whatever might come at her. Tension rises in every muscle, skin bristling like fur threatening to break through. The break in concentration and mounting confrontation snap her control over the cat, causing it to hiss and leap from her lap, scattering the birds in a flurry of feathers just as the girl rushes for an attack.
Instinct has ice and wind whipping around her, slamming into the bird like a wall to shove her back. Fury glows in her eyes, magic whirling dangerously around her to protect from further assaults or insults as she shouts back, "And you're just JEALOUS!"
The dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Really do come true
