05-02-2020, 06:36 PM
Like the bunch of them, Margery was drawn by the rotting scent, not so much out of disgust, but of a sort of duty. Sometimes she'd come across rotting carcasses. She would dig a deep hole and drag the remains into it, dutifully scraping the dirt over it. She always placed a stone above it, and if she could find flowers, one of those were placed there as well. She didn't like disturbing the dead and believed that all of them should have some final resting place.
Thus, she was expecting to find a carcass. All she saw was a jaguar with a nasty wound and blood on his paws. By the time she had arrived, the knife had been concealed. Margery didn't exactly show any sort of fear towards this newcomer, and her little Welsh sheepdog appearance wouldn't be much of a threat either. She tipped her head at him, wrinkling her freckled snout. A very strange creature indeed, and Margery was drawn to those in particular. The tip of her tail twitched and then she began to try to mimic his form's flickering, using her own invisibility and intangibility.
She didn't say anything, not because she was rude, but because she had been silent for a long time and had not yet regained her voice.
Thus, she was expecting to find a carcass. All she saw was a jaguar with a nasty wound and blood on his paws. By the time she had arrived, the knife had been concealed. Margery didn't exactly show any sort of fear towards this newcomer, and her little Welsh sheepdog appearance wouldn't be much of a threat either. She tipped her head at him, wrinkling her freckled snout. A very strange creature indeed, and Margery was drawn to those in particular. The tip of her tail twitched and then she began to try to mimic his form's flickering, using her own invisibility and intangibility.
She didn't say anything, not because she was rude, but because she had been silent for a long time and had not yet regained her voice.