It was difficult not to get distracted by the simply adorable tufts of hair that rose up from the tips of her dark ears. My heightened senses could see so much more detail, could hear so much more, and yet, my damn human brain only wanted to focus those senses on the most ridiculous thing - her cute fucking ears. And when my excitement is joined by her own, I barely manage to refocus in time to see what was coming for me.
There is still something of a delay between my feline instincts, my feline reflexes, and my human mind. Surprise jolts through me, unguardedly leaking over the bond, though it is swallowed up by the tumultuous emotions buzzing between us. Kia is far quicker than I anticipated, the handicap of only having three legs to work with making her motion no doubt more awkward than usual, but effective nonetheless.
Had I been able to let the feline shift that I embodied truly own its reflexes and instincts, I would have seen her coming and responded immediately, but what happened instead was far less elegant than that. Very much looking like a human-trying-to-control-a-leopard's-body (and sucking at it), I attempted to duck away from the oncoming paw, being careful not to let my own ribboned paw touch the ground.
But I am too slow, too clumsy, and her paw deftly bops me squarely on my speckled forehead anyway. My ears flatten and my eyes squint as I hiss in reaction to it, rising up swiftly as she then pulled away from me. Pushing myself forward, I then outstretch my ribboned paw to try and return the action - after all, every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
There is still something of a delay between my feline instincts, my feline reflexes, and my human mind. Surprise jolts through me, unguardedly leaking over the bond, though it is swallowed up by the tumultuous emotions buzzing between us. Kia is far quicker than I anticipated, the handicap of only having three legs to work with making her motion no doubt more awkward than usual, but effective nonetheless.
Had I been able to let the feline shift that I embodied truly own its reflexes and instincts, I would have seen her coming and responded immediately, but what happened instead was far less elegant than that. Very much looking like a human-trying-to-control-a-leopard's-body (and sucking at it), I attempted to duck away from the oncoming paw, being careful not to let my own ribboned paw touch the ground.
But I am too slow, too clumsy, and her paw deftly bops me squarely on my speckled forehead anyway. My ears flatten and my eyes squint as I hiss in reaction to it, rising up swiftly as she then pulled away from me. Pushing myself forward, I then outstretch my ribboned paw to try and return the action - after all, every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
Chulane
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