LET'S HAVE A CANDLELIT DINNER, PRINCIPESSA // p, Aphra

[APHRA CIPHER .]

[glow=grey,1,400]LOVE ME, HATE ME ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Wandering around the territory as a fragile domestic cat was hard. At least, for as dramatic as Aphra was, she didn't like climbing up sides of the mountains and having to worry about a claw getting dislodged or something breaking while she was moving throughout the territory. As fortunate as it was, Aphra spotted sight of a lone jaguar, quickly possessing its body and overthrowing the host.

That's much better. Aphra purred to herself (or at least, as much as she could being in a jaguar body). At least with this bigger form, she felt much more stable on the ground. And so, with that, the female continued on with her stroll. The scent of blood caught her attention and her eyes narrowed as the scent of The Pitt got stronger as she neared her target.

"You better have a good reason for trespassing, hon." Aphra spoke in a sweet tone despite her harsh words, approaching Jormungand as close as possible, watching to see if he would become hostile. It would be pretty ironic, considering he was no longer in the lands of The Pitt and instead at the Coalition. "Do you even know where you are?" Surely, he had to realize he was trespassing, right?[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]