HELL OF A YEAR ☆ o, first hunt

[FRAGGLEROCK.]

As time went on, Fraggle honestly found himself getting better and better at simply ignoring Cleopatra. In fact, doing so had kind of become a necessity for him. Ever since that horrible dream of him murdering her... he had been petrified of it becoming reality. So, he had tried to reign himself in somewhat – not that he had ever tried to hurt Cleo before, he had mostly just snapped at her a couple of times. As the feline approached, Fraggle was forced to remember that philosophy, merely rolling his eyes before he hissed lowly at Cleo, "Well, the good news for me is that you've proven sentience doesn't mean 'contributes anything at all to society.'" He tried to channel his anger merely into little jabs, not wanting those jabs to turn to roars. Or those roars to turn to blows.

Thankfully, Sethiram soon approached to save the both of them from such a thing, causing a smile to come to the lion cub's face. He hadn't known Seth for particularly long, but he still found that he enjoyed the other's company. He flicked his tufted tail at the other in greeting, a warm purr leaving his throat, "Thanks, Seth. It's still pretty small, but... it's a good start. I'll have to wait until I grow a bit more before I can try going after anything bigger." He chuckled a bit at the thought, scratching awkwardly at the back of his neck. It was still so odd to think that this form would probably end up rather massive, especially when he compared it to his birth body.

☆ — what of the meek, the mourning, and the merciful?