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You picked me like a flower, didn't expect the thorns! -- Ice Cream cat. Quatermaster of the Typhoon.
His fur bristled when he noticed the Luminary making an appearance. Late as ever but he wasn’t about to comment on it. Sorbet sneered as Aesior spoke, growing ever more agitated the more that was said. Finally the feline would push himself up onto his paws, stepping away from Loki as he drew closer.
“What right did you have?” He snarled out, lips curled back. “We had already been on the island before your measly group showed up, and then what? You attacked first,” he snapped. “You cry about needing territory then find your own don’t steal it from others!” He lashed out, ears pinned back as his chest heaved with anger.
Normally passive and relaxed orbs were narrowed into slits as Sorbet glared at the lion, fur raised on the back of his neck. But then it was as if something in the Quartermaster snapped. A switch had been flipped. How dare they rub it into his face. HOW DARE THEY.
His body moved on its own, time seeming to slow down as paws left the ground and the smaller body leapt towards Aesior. He would attempt to land on the other’s face, claws attempting to dig into the fur and skin to grip onto him. If he was successful he would stare deep into Aesior gaze with a snarl. “Don’t you ever say xyr’s name again,” he said quietly.
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“What right did you have?” He snarled out, lips curled back. “We had already been on the island before your measly group showed up, and then what? You attacked first,” he snapped. “You cry about needing territory then find your own don’t steal it from others!” He lashed out, ears pinned back as his chest heaved with anger.
Normally passive and relaxed orbs were narrowed into slits as Sorbet glared at the lion, fur raised on the back of his neck. But then it was as if something in the Quartermaster snapped. A switch had been flipped. How dare they rub it into his face. HOW DARE THEY.
His body moved on its own, time seeming to slow down as paws left the ground and the smaller body leapt towards Aesior. He would attempt to land on the other’s face, claws attempting to dig into the fur and skin to grip onto him. If he was successful he would stare deep into Aesior gaze with a snarl. “Don’t you ever say xyr’s name again,” he said quietly.
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attack in #C3B1E1. -- You say that I'm too frigid, didn't know what you were in for!
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