I AM NOT A PATTERN TO BE FOLLOWED // open, trespasser

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]"Hey, this is all part of my plan!" Freyja insisted, in a stage whisper, to Iota and Nayru. Why couldn't they see she was trying to lure him forward? Honestly, wasn't it obvious? The young goddess gave a little huff after she had spoken before tilting her nose in the air.

Well, even if her flirting hadn't worked, Caesar was in the trap. She puffed out her chest a bit (as if she had actually done anything), and then turned her attention back to the pink-hued feline and her sister. "See? All you have to do is making sure you look super pretty, and everyone practically comes run-"

She cut herself off as Zimavich exploded out of the water. Deep emerald eyes were heavily marked with interest as she watched the large dog go n the attack. Pretty boy wouldn't be so pretty after this, that was fur sure. Flicking her tail, she wondered what would come out of this, or if she needed to do something. Deciding it wasn't her place, she let her eyes again fall to Iota and Nayru. Surely, they would know what to do.