forgive me, 'cause sometimes i forget
It was a rather colorful war, rather than blood they spattered a different kind of red. Aisha shared her yellow, having stuck a nice glob of the sun drop color in Deimos's beard. Her and Kiada had done a number on him, more than the original snow spots he'd showered them with. But that was the fun of it, and with the ale running rampant in all of their bloodstreams (aside from the juice baby of course), hopefully they'd soon all be little rainbows with legs.
She let the chaos ensue behind her as she finished up splattering her target, only pausing for the drink that was offered. "Ayy," she cooed as the mug slipped into her hands, she pulled it up to her lips to chug it as quickly as possible. She was beyond tipsy now, and when more paint rained down into her blonde curls, she whirled around, forgetting her target to glare at Deimos.
Having decided that her artwork here was finished, she focused on her living canvas. The leopardess grabbed her bucket of yellow paint, seeking eye contact with the general in order to offer a warning in the form of a grin. Then she slowly began to slink her way towards him, turning her head only once to wonder if Kiada was getting hotter or if it was just the drink(?!). While Deimos was focused on pelting Belril, she attempted to sneak up behind him and dump her remaining paint all over his head. How satisfying that would be.
Aisha 'finishes' her target and tried to dump her paint on Deimos.
She let the chaos ensue behind her as she finished up splattering her target, only pausing for the drink that was offered. "Ayy," she cooed as the mug slipped into her hands, she pulled it up to her lips to chug it as quickly as possible. She was beyond tipsy now, and when more paint rained down into her blonde curls, she whirled around, forgetting her target to glare at Deimos.
Having decided that her artwork here was finished, she focused on her living canvas. The leopardess grabbed her bucket of yellow paint, seeking eye contact with the general in order to offer a warning in the form of a grin. Then she slowly began to slink her way towards him, turning her head only once to wonder if Kiada was getting hotter or if it was just the drink(?!). While Deimos was focused on pelting Belril, she attempted to sneak up behind him and dump her remaining paint all over his head. How satisfying that would be.
Aisha 'finishes' her target and tried to dump her paint on Deimos.
i got my own two hands clenched around my neck
AISHA
