11-15-2018, 08:43 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; font-family: raleway; text-align: justify; line-height: 13px;"]billie’s relationship with small and helpless things was complicated. she liked to blame her sheer size for her awkwardness with children; the panthress was larger than most small creatures, a little heavy pawed, and she never really wanted to hurt them. many of the children she’d encountered who weren’t so fragile seemed to enjoy swattig and swinging on her willowy frame, but more often than not it just gave the femme a headache and pulled some hair out.
still, at the sight of the tiny, fragile body ahead of her, billie’s heart tightened and squeezed in her chest. “hey there, little bean sprout,” she said, an old habitual nickname for small children, “you okay?” as she got closer, she did her best to lower her form, pale gaze inspecting the small creature. “my name’s billie. you got a name?”
still, at the sight of the tiny, fragile body ahead of her, billie’s heart tightened and squeezed in her chest. “hey there, little bean sprout,” she said, an old habitual nickname for small children, “you okay?” as she got closer, she did her best to lower her form, pale gaze inspecting the small creature. “my name’s billie. you got a name?”