auf achse | SNAKE SHEDDING

[ninazu]

She watched the disoriented lion move around like a stumbling drunk for a bit, unsure whether she ought to bother approaching him at all - she tended to dislike interacting with others when they consumed too much drugs. But it became apparent soon that his unfortunate stumbling and disorientation came, not from drugs but from the effects of some odd mutation. He did look a bit... different, from the last time she saw him.

Raising her right paw, she tapped one of her black ram horns as a sly smile flickered across her muzzle. "The horns are new. Quite... attractive, they complement your forked tongue well," the odd druidic erudite spoke softly, her voice smooth despite the slight elevation of her heart rate. Ugh, she needed to practice this uncomfortable act of flirting more - she hated feeling nervous around mortals, and this moment of embarrassment gave her more discomfort than hours spent digging around in rotted entrails.

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