04-28-2021, 04:12 PM
[glow=black,1,400]MY TONGUE IS A WEAPON ! — [abbr=CLEOPATRA "CLEO" THEMA, TALONGUARD (sHP), THE GOLDEN EYE, 6 YEARS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
The commotion surrounding camp was almost deafening. NPCs spoke about how Fragglerock had changed into the form of a lion, how distraught he was, and looking for anyone who seemed close to him. Fortunately no one approached Cleopatra, although that was likely due to how she treated the group's youngest member. Good. She wouldn't want to comfort Fragglerock anyway. The sphynx believed their words of the rabbit changing forms, knowing of the powers this world had.
But Cleopatra was curious if it was true. The woman lingered back a few paces, her cold gaze on the lion cub curled up and sobbing. So it was true, he had become a proper mammal, a carnivore. He was no longer a piece of prey. But that doesn't stop him from being prey at heart. Fragglerock was born a rabbit, she assumed, and that's what he would always be. A pitiful creature trying to fit in with carnivores.[glow=black,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
But Cleopatra was curious if it was true. The woman lingered back a few paces, her cold gaze on the lion cub curled up and sobbing. So it was true, he had become a proper mammal, a carnivore. He was no longer a piece of prey. But that doesn't stop him from being prey at heart. Fragglerock was born a rabbit, she assumed, and that's what he would always be. A pitiful creature trying to fit in with carnivores.[glow=black,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]