AISHA
and now we're breeding a feeling of animosity
Aisha was almost sure he'd recognize her, but it was just as likely he didn't connect the two forms. A spotted ear flicked as she ran her tongue over her teeth, licking away the goop of the gourd. Bright yellow eyes watched the man as he tried to make his decision; to flee or to fight, or to greet kindly. His response was a mix of both, a cautious phrase that made her purr in amusement.
Her tail lifted behind her as she strode towards him, then unless he would move away she'd walk past him, brushing his legs with her flank. As she came moved behind him she left the skin of the leopard behind, her tail disappearing last as she folded her arms and looked at him, "I guess not, you don't look like you'd taste as good," she replied teasingly. Surely he'd know her now, and so with a friendly smile she added, "Hi Anden."
Her tail lifted behind her as she strode towards him, then unless he would move away she'd walk past him, brushing his legs with her flank. As she came moved behind him she left the skin of the leopard behind, her tail disappearing last as she folded her arms and looked at him, "I guess not, you don't look like you'd taste as good," she replied teasingly. Surely he'd know her now, and so with a friendly smile she added, "Hi Anden."
fear has the sharpest teeth, it eats and eats and eats
