11-09-2018, 10:33 PM
Toxic green eyes seemed to slide across the people whom had arrived here at this.. Gathering, was it called? Chat wasn't one to enjoy bloodshed or evil, he didn't even know why he chose to stay here, maybe it was for Jikai, for his mate and the child he had adopted, but he couldn't be open about such.
Thankfully, Chat wanted to live.
So, the panther had slid behind the group, watching with a slight cringe from a distance, biting back a snarl that rose in his throat. This was wrong, but the hero couldn't just stop it. He had no right to.
Thankfully, Chat wanted to live.
So, the panther had slid behind the group, watching with a slight cringe from a distance, biting back a snarl that rose in his throat. This was wrong, but the hero couldn't just stop it. He had no right to.