04-13-2019, 09:21 PM
If you were church, I'd get on my knees.
What did this hell spawn of a feline have in common with merchants? Nothing. Literally nothing but a probably in regards that he had something worth selling, and he didn’t expect try to get his golden voice, rather voice of manipulation into practice. Not everyone in his own credit was completely dumbfounded. The white feline found himself slinking over, damson wine eyes scanning the area around carefully. He found in amusing that the area that he was in was called Elysium, a place where the goodie two shoes persons went to live after their death in the afterlife while others perished, in Greek Mythology.
Perhaps he took things to literal, and this place was a merchant mecca than somewhere the dead went to live for the rest of their lives. He most certainly didn’t check out on the life happily ever after part of the package deal, he perished in hell. Or rather he copped out a peal deal with various demons to permit his own demise, at a rather early age.
Tail flicking back and forth, and eventually finding himself at a standstill. He set himself onto the ground carefully, not entirely used to be been reborn has a cat. Of all creatures, he had to be a domestic feline, a hideous one at that in his opinion. What would he give for a much better serving body than this nightmarish gremlin? Was Sunday completely vain in his appearance, he was one hundred percent and it was a damn shame to sure.
There was a lot to take into the world than his own appearance, but his appearance as half of the money making scheme. He just had to have the body to sell along with the voice, has twisted has it came out. That is how he managed to stay alive in his former life, and this was no difference. So, no that didn’t mean he did not learn his lesson, he was still greedy as fuck and did no effort of learning how to take it down many levels.
Greed really knew no measures with others, and when it came down to it he would have a harsh lesson of humility and to be considerate. His claws digging neat groves into the ground, and his tail clearly flicked back and forth slowly. Finding himself, here amongst others he might has well introduce himself to them no? Allies were important; even they were going to totally betray him in the end.
"Ahem-" he cleared his voice surprised that his voice was that deep for a cat, and somewhat a strong alto.
Well then.
Perhaps it was best for someone to talk over towards him that wasn’t a NPC.
What did this hell spawn of a feline have in common with merchants? Nothing. Literally nothing but a probably in regards that he had something worth selling, and he didn’t expect try to get his golden voice, rather voice of manipulation into practice. Not everyone in his own credit was completely dumbfounded. The white feline found himself slinking over, damson wine eyes scanning the area around carefully. He found in amusing that the area that he was in was called Elysium, a place where the goodie two shoes persons went to live after their death in the afterlife while others perished, in Greek Mythology.
Perhaps he took things to literal, and this place was a merchant mecca than somewhere the dead went to live for the rest of their lives. He most certainly didn’t check out on the life happily ever after part of the package deal, he perished in hell. Or rather he copped out a peal deal with various demons to permit his own demise, at a rather early age.
Tail flicking back and forth, and eventually finding himself at a standstill. He set himself onto the ground carefully, not entirely used to be been reborn has a cat. Of all creatures, he had to be a domestic feline, a hideous one at that in his opinion. What would he give for a much better serving body than this nightmarish gremlin? Was Sunday completely vain in his appearance, he was one hundred percent and it was a damn shame to sure.
There was a lot to take into the world than his own appearance, but his appearance as half of the money making scheme. He just had to have the body to sell along with the voice, has twisted has it came out. That is how he managed to stay alive in his former life, and this was no difference. So, no that didn’t mean he did not learn his lesson, he was still greedy as fuck and did no effort of learning how to take it down many levels.
Greed really knew no measures with others, and when it came down to it he would have a harsh lesson of humility and to be considerate. His claws digging neat groves into the ground, and his tail clearly flicked back and forth slowly. Finding himself, here amongst others he might has well introduce himself to them no? Allies were important; even they were going to totally betray him in the end.
"Ahem-" he cleared his voice surprised that his voice was that deep for a cat, and somewhat a strong alto.
Well then.
Perhaps it was best for someone to talk over towards him that wasn’t a NPC.
