08-26-2019, 11:43 PM
The male pokes his dull noggin around a corner, his blurred gaze now centering on the duo before him. Wormwood, the gloriously-winged feline perched there in all his golden grandeur, and a stranger... who wore that gloriously-winged feline guise as well. Personally, Leroy had never seen the femme before; the lion must have, however, judging by the amenable nature in which he spoke to the unfamiliar jaguar in.
First, the tiger.
Then, a dragon.
Now, a jaguar.
The facts before him proved his theory correct. With evidence as clear as crystal, the proxy concluded that Wormwood was indeed a titanic skank.
"You'll wanna be careful with this one," he quips on his approach, his playful words exclusively targeting the alleged outsider, "he's a li'l scandalous". He parks his bony rump on a patch of grass, respectfully dipping his head in a bow towards the jaguar as he settles. Once comfortable, the proxy's amber peepers align themselves on her majestic figure. She wasn't that bad looking, in all honesty. Those graceful wings. That fiery pelt. They were all too alluring to be resisted. Hopefully, Wormwood had already recited the initiation tidbit for joiners - the cur wished to waste no time with customary shit. He preferred the good stuff.
"I ain't much of a photographer, but I say you're picture perfect. What brings someone like you t' a grimy ol' swamp?"
First, the tiger.
Then, a dragon.
Now, a jaguar.
The facts before him proved his theory correct. With evidence as clear as crystal, the proxy concluded that Wormwood was indeed a titanic skank.
"You'll wanna be careful with this one," he quips on his approach, his playful words exclusively targeting the alleged outsider, "he's a li'l scandalous". He parks his bony rump on a patch of grass, respectfully dipping his head in a bow towards the jaguar as he settles. Once comfortable, the proxy's amber peepers align themselves on her majestic figure. She wasn't that bad looking, in all honesty. Those graceful wings. That fiery pelt. They were all too alluring to be resisted. Hopefully, Wormwood had already recited the initiation tidbit for joiners - the cur wished to waste no time with customary shit. He preferred the good stuff.
"I ain't much of a photographer, but I say you're picture perfect. What brings someone like you t' a grimy ol' swamp?"