There are certain visitors one might expect to find upon opening the door to their narrow little accommodations in the Gallows which might be considered unpleasant but wouldn't necessarily be wholly unexpected. Spiders? Certainly. Flies and gnats? In the summer heat, Kitty should be thankful every shadowy corner isn't crawling with them. Maybe even a big obnoxious seagull right there on the ledge of the window left cracked in an attempt to cool the room, whooping and hollering at its competition swirling endlessly wing over wing over the high towers. And then there is the visitor she has: a great tawny lioness sprawled the length of the unmade bed.
Hours ago, having entered the room through that open window in the guise of an unnaturally large grackle, he'd taken this form with the intention of sitting in the center of the room and showing her all his teeth the moment she came through the door. But the effort of holding this shape in the interim combined with the alteration he'd done to take it over that of the bird, has driven him to the indignity of exhaustion as he raises the lioness' head now and curls back its upper lip for a measly flash of one or two long fangs.
"Alright," he growls. For those wondering, it is a very fullthroated, caramel-y type of rumble. It most certainly does not betray any of the effort he's gone through for this, or speak to any doubts he has concerning his ability to pounce on her should she turn to run. Really. "Out with it. Which dark pit have you pushed him down?"
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Date: 2019-08-13 11:58 pm (UTC)Hours ago, having entered the room through that open window in the guise of an unnaturally large grackle, he'd taken this form with the intention of sitting in the center of the room and showing her all his teeth the moment she came through the door. But the effort of holding this shape in the interim combined with the alteration he'd done to take it over that of the bird, has driven him to the indignity of exhaustion as he raises the lioness' head now and curls back its upper lip for a measly flash of one or two long fangs.
"Alright," he growls. For those wondering, it is a very fullthroated, caramel-y type of rumble. It most certainly does not betray any of the effort he's gone through for this, or speak to any doubts he has concerning his ability to pounce on her should she turn to run. Really. "Out with it. Which dark pit have you pushed him down?"