Amalia;
Amalia has no concept of the potential hidden meaning behind her words; had she known, she would have turned a shade of red so vibrant as to put her blood to shame. As it is her feral grin quickly gives way to a feline face, claws extending from a leopard's paws, her tail lashing eagerly at the air. Jyoti coos her disappointment as the belly scritches come to an end, swimming away to circle the leopard before distracting herself chasing a bee.
When Ronin splits apart into two, Amalia blinks momentary confusion, her feline eyes narrowing as they begin to run. With a snarl she sets off in pursuit of one guildmaster, choosing the one who runs to the right. Leaping strides make her faster than a man could ever be; Amalia can easily leap fifteen feet, but she does not want to hurt him in the incident he is real. So she contents herself with running, attempting to herd him back toward himself, one paw swiping out as she draws up alongside to try and push in behind his knee and make him stumble, claws carefully withdrawn.
When Ronin splits apart into two, Amalia blinks momentary confusion, her feline eyes narrowing as they begin to run. With a snarl she sets off in pursuit of one guildmaster, choosing the one who runs to the right. Leaping strides make her faster than a man could ever be; Amalia can easily leap fifteen feet, but she does not want to hurt him in the incident he is real. So she contents herself with running, attempting to herd him back toward himself, one paw swiping out as she draws up alongside to try and push in behind his knee and make him stumble, claws carefully withdrawn.
dry your smoke-stung eyes
you can see the light
you can see the light
