SARCOPHAGUS | {OPEN, SMALL EXPLOSION}

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]And just like that, he was moving. Unlike Lunafreya, Suiteheart remained rooted in her current position. She wasn't scared of whoever the hell this was. She didn't frighten too easily - not anymore anyway. Curiosity was alight in her eyes as she watched Washington struggle to move around as someone would normally. She thought that perhaps this was because he was injured. She had no idea it was because he just wasn't used to piloting the body of an animal. In that sense, Suite could relate; the first time she had shifted into a polar bear had been complete hell. Despite felines and bears usually living on four paws, it was so incredibly... different. To go from a human to an animal must have been outlandish.

She flicked a tail as he moved to grab something, and for a brief second, she wondered if she should drop into a defensive position. However, she stayed still. Best to not give anything away, she thought. As he spoke, she titled her head to the side, but an amused smile did rise to greet her lips. There was something funny about this whole situation, but he was clearly not happy with that had befallen him. Dropping the smile, she instead arched a fictional eyebrow once again.

"Whoa, take it easy, buddy," the white feline urged, not moving her eyes away from Washington. "You took a fucking nasty fall. I know you've got armor and all, but it looked rough." For a millisecond, concern flashed on her delicate features. Washington seemed to have no fucking idea what was going on. That must have sucked. "As for what's happening, let's start here: You crash landed on the Ascendants territory. I'm Suiteheart. That's Lunafreya and that's Bastilleprisoner," she flicked a tail to each in turn, "Who're you? How the hell d'you end up here?"