Her gaze remains alert, ears swiveling slightly. He's close, on his belly now, and if there were to be some predator moving from the mist, he would be vulnerable as well. She supposes it is a sign of trust, or desiring it, and she supposes she hasn't many options now. Her short tail twitches. "Jaxxon. The kind one, yes. Should your jaws deliver my final moments of this second life, I would not protest much. You seem a good sort."
She puts one tiny paw on his muzzle, measuring her strength against his. It would not be an even match in the slightest. "I have been deluded into believing myself the exception to the ancient laws. But fear not: death is evermore kind to the feline. Three times three I will live, and this is considerably better than taking the way out by car." That had been her last life, a black-coat. "The sable fur was unfortunate, but it had not been the cause of my demise. Alas! it is the risk that being alive takes."
Her paw draws back and she smiles, surprisingly calm in the imagined face of the reaper. "After all, it shall be misery to hunt upon this torn leg."
She puts one tiny paw on his muzzle, measuring her strength against his. It would not be an even match in the slightest. "I have been deluded into believing myself the exception to the ancient laws. But fear not: death is evermore kind to the feline. Three times three I will live, and this is considerably better than taking the way out by car." That had been her last life, a black-coat. "The sable fur was unfortunate, but it had not been the cause of my demise. Alas! it is the risk that being alive takes."
Her paw draws back and she smiles, surprisingly calm in the imagined face of the reaper. "After all, it shall be misery to hunt upon this torn leg."
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you'll call me cassandra, i'll call you king james
and all we write is true, and all of it insane
Jaxxon is allowed in any of Mullock's threads
