Thunder on my teeth // Open, half-feral

perfection is found.
"speech." . 'thoughts' . attack

"I do believe you!" she cried out to ares. serene watched as ares curled up, shielding herself away from everything until her body suddenly started to get smaller. a soft sigh slipped past her muzzle and she padded closer to the feline, laying down beside the small cat. she would curl her tail around ares, moving to rest her chin on her paws. "we all know you're trying ares, we can all see that you are getting better," she hummed softly. "but hurting yourself like this isn't going to help you, let us help you, let me help you," she said.

in accepting your imperfections.
the band of arrick. -- cheetah.

credit @/teef