Thunder on my teeth // Open, half-feral

[Casphian]

perfection is found.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

The softly colored cheetah had been wandering around the territory all day, looking for Ares. It was odd that Serendipity had seen the other woman yet today and it was starting to concern her. With ears pinned to the side and head slightly lowered the cheetah continued along her path, sniffing the air every now and again on the hunt for Ares’s scent and finally she picked it up.

Seren hurriedly headed in the direction of the other, something in her gut telling her she needed to get there quickly. And finally the woman stumbled across Ares, her gaze widening a bit when she watched the other bash her face against the rock. “Ares!” She called out rather loudly with was unlike her. Her paws quickly carried her over to the other, attempting to wiggle between the  deinonychus and the rockface to keep the other from hurting herself. “Ares please stop, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

in accepting your imperfections.
the band of arrick. -- cheetah.

credit @/teef