08-02-2019, 09:07 PM
Vathmos was out at night- it was in her nature, being nocturnal. She heard the pitiful kazoo noises and approached, looking out at Feza from the underbrush. Her beady eyes reflected the light of the moon, a pair of orbs watching her.
Okay. So it wasn't just some weird bird. Vathmos considered turning around to continue her hunt, but her interest was peaked. She was unsure to approach at first- she was always cautious around her larger feline clanmates. She had gotten to know Wormwood, but she didn't trust Poetking yet. This one? This weird looking leopard? She had not met it before. She finally came out from the underbrush, the hideous laughter erupting from her throat as she approached.
"What'cha got there, friend?"
Okay. So it wasn't just some weird bird. Vathmos considered turning around to continue her hunt, but her interest was peaked. She was unsure to approach at first- she was always cautious around her larger feline clanmates. She had gotten to know Wormwood, but she didn't trust Poetking yet. This one? This weird looking leopard? She had not met it before. She finally came out from the underbrush, the hideous laughter erupting from her throat as she approached.
"What'cha got there, friend?"
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