What do you know, embarrassments do come in large packages. Anyone with a funny bone not locked up in Fort Knox would have laughed at the pretty humorous sight but Moon stays stiff lipped and silent as Aizawa wiggles over there. It's partially also on instinct considering a lion is coming toward her, even if he is a lion looking like an egg roll. "What is it, ma'am," she corrects him, despite how warily large he is. Some women reject that title, preferring to be called "miss" on fear of feeling old, and Moon thinks such women big babies. Honoraries are important where she comes from, especially with a male addressing a female. Her head swivels abruptly with cold eyes to look at Atbash then. There is some politeness at least. It occurs to her that her own unannounced presence is not very couth but it's overridden by her sense of entitlement for the land she's been living on just as long as these creatures. No one asks for permission in their own home but they may ask for assistance.
"I've never been here prior so that's rational enough," she allows before continuing with simple courtesies. "I'm Moonshine and I am here to retrieve a book. Who might you be?" Now that she's speaking more fully, a quaint US southern accent can be detected. Out of the corner of her eye and the stressing of her nares on prey scent, she spots a bird on a far shelf. How odd and borderline biblical for these creatures to be living together in supposed harmony. No hard feelings from the bird for the cats' diets? Normally birds would be food for her too, but she supposes that now is not the appropriate time or subject for that. Besides, she's already gobbled down half of a fine bass earlier. Not as good as catfish back at her birthplace, but they'll do. The two subjects before her and one above are just manageable to a creature not used to socializing much and that's only because the biggest seems too sleepy to react fast enough should she wish to bite. But as another comes filtering in to the crowd, the cottonmouth moves back some and coils slightly. Hm. Odds are stacking against her, even with her deadly bite.
Still she keeps her tone steady. "Hello. Are you the librarian then? I'm looking for a book pretaining to witchcraft..." Her trail off is because of his leaky visage at present and she makes a bit of a face- as best a snake can that is. Little darling need a tissue. That's when she senses another prey creature that seems to have quite the different reaction from the bird, skittering off under some item in the short distance. The viper is amused but reacts little to it while she waits to see if her request will be honored. Being something that eats most anything that bleeds gives her much choice in what she could eat and her decisions tend to lie with fish, birds, rabbits, etc- even other snakes though she's never seen others here. Mostly it's fish though since she is semi-aquatic. Mice are too small to be worth tbe trouble for her and while her family may have eaten them, she's learned enough to know full well of all of the diseases the pests carry. It wouldn't exclude her from killing things for fun however. Yet really why kill something displaying decent intelligence? Smart enough to hide from her after all.
"died of stretch marks"
"I've never been here prior so that's rational enough," she allows before continuing with simple courtesies. "I'm Moonshine and I am here to retrieve a book. Who might you be?" Now that she's speaking more fully, a quaint US southern accent can be detected. Out of the corner of her eye and the stressing of her nares on prey scent, she spots a bird on a far shelf. How odd and borderline biblical for these creatures to be living together in supposed harmony. No hard feelings from the bird for the cats' diets? Normally birds would be food for her too, but she supposes that now is not the appropriate time or subject for that. Besides, she's already gobbled down half of a fine bass earlier. Not as good as catfish back at her birthplace, but they'll do. The two subjects before her and one above are just manageable to a creature not used to socializing much and that's only because the biggest seems too sleepy to react fast enough should she wish to bite. But as another comes filtering in to the crowd, the cottonmouth moves back some and coils slightly. Hm. Odds are stacking against her, even with her deadly bite.
Still she keeps her tone steady. "Hello. Are you the librarian then? I'm looking for a book pretaining to witchcraft..." Her trail off is because of his leaky visage at present and she makes a bit of a face- as best a snake can that is. Little darling need a tissue. That's when she senses another prey creature that seems to have quite the different reaction from the bird, skittering off under some item in the short distance. The viper is amused but reacts little to it while she waits to see if her request will be honored. Being something that eats most anything that bleeds gives her much choice in what she could eat and her decisions tend to lie with fish, birds, rabbits, etc- even other snakes though she's never seen others here. Mostly it's fish though since she is semi-aquatic. Mice are too small to be worth tbe trouble for her and while her family may have eaten them, she's learned enough to know full well of all of the diseases the pests carry. It wouldn't exclude her from killing things for fun however. Yet really why kill something displaying decent intelligence? Smart enough to hide from her after all.
"died of stretch marks"
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[glow=COLOR,2,300]spread my spirit like a flock of crows[/glow] ミ★
endothermic cottonmouth ★ female ★ 3 yrs