WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
One training focused on attacks, one training focused on defense echo quietly in her head as Wessex continues to search for snake!Locke. She taps into the cat’s superior sense of smell, it’s vision, anything that might let it find prey. Eventually, she narrows in on something that seems a little off in the rocks - a bit that’s a different color in the limited range she can see in.
Taunting a pussy is never really a great idea, she murmurs back, amused at the combination of excitement and fear that floats down the Attuned bond. They can get awfully… aggressive sometimes. And at that, her claws begin to dig into the loose rock around her as she leaps towards the spot she thinks Locke is, trying to dislodge any moveable rocks and find her sparring partner. And in her enthusiasm, she forgets that he can still be dangerous.
Taunting a pussy is never really a great idea, she murmurs back, amused at the combination of excitement and fear that floats down the Attuned bond. They can get awfully… aggressive sometimes. And at that, her claws begin to dig into the loose rock around her as she leaps towards the spot she thinks Locke is, trying to dislodge any moveable rocks and find her sparring partner. And in her enthusiasm, she forgets that he can still be dangerous.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
