08-04-2019, 12:28 PM
Oh, finally, something smaller than her. Once again, her clanmates approached the creature with the assertion that they were sentient. This had yet to say anything, but it had the sensiblity to sit down at the border. Maybe that meant it was sentient? By Lamashtu, she was hungry. How did cat taste? Perhaps it tasted like lion. Her eyes wandered over to Red. She didn't think he would taste that good.
Vathmos was hiding in the underbrush, her bandages making her stick out slightly, but her fur otherwise dusted in mud and the swampy stench of Tanglewood was mixing in with her own terrible smell of carrion and blood. She hid in the underbrush, eyes on the crew, before looking at the stranger again, and deciding to come out, hideous laughter and whooping coming from her throat.
"Hey there, stranger."
Vathmos was hiding in the underbrush, her bandages making her stick out slightly, but her fur otherwise dusted in mud and the swampy stench of Tanglewood was mixing in with her own terrible smell of carrion and blood. She hid in the underbrush, eyes on the crew, before looking at the stranger again, and deciding to come out, hideous laughter and whooping coming from her throat.
"Hey there, stranger."
━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━