09-25-2018, 01:21 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 420px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"] "All witches of different types live in different locations. I don’t think you should stereotype them. There could be things older than you lurking in these 'creepy trees' areas." The kitten emerged from behind Bast with a wide smile across his maw. It was easier to meet new faces when others arrived before him, providing transportation to get from place to place so long as shadows present. Whiskers quivered as the child lightly bumped his forehead against the taller male’s hind leg before darting forward to bump his head against Alistair’s foreleg before stepping back with his head cocked up to meet the canine’s gaze. Ears swiveled back as a low, thoughtful hum bubbled up in his chest then beamed once more before hopping back to Bastille’s side, playing with some grass.
"Are you looking for some witches?" Danny’s curiosity had been peaked when fearless leader mentioned having some wandering about– well, self-proclaimed, but that doesn’t mean they were wrong. "Looking for some spells? Did someone curse you?" Claws flexed as he plucked a piece of grass and allowed his clear eyes to meet the red furred dog once more. "Oh, and ‘m Danny. You?"
"Are you looking for some witches?" Danny’s curiosity had been peaked when fearless leader mentioned having some wandering about– well, self-proclaimed, but that doesn’t mean they were wrong. "Looking for some spells? Did someone curse you?" Claws flexed as he plucked a piece of grass and allowed his clear eyes to meet the red furred dog once more. "Oh, and ‘m Danny. You?"