07-22-2018, 07:49 AM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"]On this particular day, Aya was up in the trees of the swamp rather than the swamp itself. What she was doing was highly classified and absolutely not immoral in any shape or form, but whatever it was was cut short when she heard what to her sounded like someone in pain. Sliding down from the trees and landing somewhat sloppily in front of the panther, the tortoiseshell's yellow gaze flickered over her and found that she didn't look injured at all. Oh, Aya thought. That's just her voice.
"Hey, dusty. I'm Aya. Do you have a reason to be here or am I going to have to harvest your organs?" She was joking, probably. This was evident in her laugh afterwards, tail swishing as she waited for a response.
"Hey, dusty. I'm Aya. Do you have a reason to be here or am I going to have to harvest your organs?" She was joking, probably. This was evident in her laugh afterwards, tail swishing as she waited for a response.