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nelllraiser · 4 years

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dino-mite drinks | harsh & nell

LOCATION: the artesian. PARTIES: @nelllraiser and @notsoharsh SUMMARY: two dinosaurs trying to figure out how monocles work. (nsfw implications at the end)

Suggesting the Artesian had been more of a whim than anything else. They had been talking about fancy things, all nonsense, and the Artesian had been the fanciest bar he could find after a quick google. Harsh hadn’t thought too much of it… until he had checked the prices. Steep, and a required reservation. Whatever, anything for a little joke. It wasn’t as if his money was going anywhere else. So Harsh bit the bullet and booked it. Nine-ish on the dot. He sat at a little table near the back, fiddling with the monocle in his hand (that had been harder to get than the reservation). It occurred to him then, maybe he should have got her name first. That… that probably would have been smart. Oh well. The only thing to do now was wait and have a staring contest with the wine list.

Nell wasn’t sure of the last time she’d stepped foot into the Artesian. It wasn’t because of personal taste or anything of that like, but moreso having to do with the fact that...she most likely wasn’t the intended demographic. Or at least- that’s what she thought. Either way, she knew it to a beautiful establishment with good food and drinks, and she made more than enough to have a bit of fun in a fancy place. She was dressed nicer than she usually would be, not wanting to stick out like a sore thumb in a place like this. Should she closer examine the fact that this was the second time she’d met up with someone from online without getting their name in the last couple of weeks? Best not. It didn’t matter, anyway, did it? After all- was something like Tinder really that different compared to this? It took a long moment for her to scan the tables, and it was the flash of light reflecting off the monocle in his hand that caught her eye. Without hesitating she made a beeline for the man, setting a hand on the table as a small smirk came over her lips. “Excuse me. You haven’t seen a dapper looking dinosaur around here by chance, have you? Probably wearing little white gloves.”

Harsh looked up, face relaxing into a smile almost instantly. She was pretty, good. Maybe this would be one of those impulsive things that actually worked out for a change. With a slight click of his tongue against his teeth, he shook his head. “You know what, I think you just missed him. Nice gloves, excellently manicured claws? Yeah, he just left. Not very gentlemanly of him to stand you up like that. But y’know, I’ve got an extra seat right here and I was just about to order a bottle of wine I can’t pronounce. Care to split it with me?” He rose from his seat, moving to pull out the chair across from his before turning back to her, offering his hand. “I’m Harsh, by the way. And I’ve got an extra monocle if you want one.”

The moment he spoke of manicured claws, Nell knew she had the right table, and her grin only widened, all too happy that he seemed just as willing to go along with this ridiculousness in person that they’d shared online. It didn't hurt that he was hot, too. “Harsh,” she echoed, tamping down the jokes that came to mind when it came to his name being harsh. Save those for a later date when she knew him better. “I’m Nell. But since we’re being fancy, maybe I should be Penelope, tonight.” It wasn’t often she went by her full name, but she didn’t have anything against it, particularly. With a somewhat dramatic sigh, she fell into the seat he’d pulled out with a little “Thanks” before going on to say. “Well that’s definitely rude. Who am I going to trick into marriage, and steal the fortune of now? I figured with all his fancy pants money he’s got to spend on manicures— he’d be a great candidate. I’d never say no to wine, though.” The monocle was what really grabbed her attention, though, and a stupid smile was quick to follow. “Oh hell, yes. I can’t believe I forgot mine.”

“Nell, good to meet you. I know I’m no dinosaur, but hopefully I’ll be decent company anyway.” Harsh rounded the table, taking his seat again. Grinning, he fished through his pocket for a moment before pulling out a second monocle and handed it over. “There, now we’ll fit in perfectly. I’m surprised they let you into this place without one, I thought they were mandatory. At least now we both look the part.” Harsh paused to wave over a waiter, pointing rather than trying to embarrass himself by sounding out the name of the wine. As the waiter retreated, he turned his attention back to Nell. “So, do you actually know how to wear one of these things?” he asked, a laugh in his voice as he toyed with his own monocle. “I swear I’m gonna drop it in my wine by the end of the night.”

“We’ll see,” Nell teased a bit, as if reserving her judgement for the time being. “I’m not sure how a mere human could live up to a dinosaur but- we’ll see.” The moment the monocle was being offered to her, she was leaning over the table to reach out and accept it, all too eager to match and take this joke further than it had already gone. “Honestly, I was beginning to think I’d have to bribe my way in or something.” She waited until Harsh was done getting the wine before reaching out to call the waiter back, having already spotted something she wanted to eat. It never took her long to decide when it came to her stomach. After ordering her all-important snack, she turned back to their conversation. “I think you just...shove it right up in there...right?” she suggested before doing her best to put the thing into the socket of her eye. But...it seemed it was too big for her tiny features, and promptly fell off her face, much to her despair. “I swear I’m gonna get this thing in my eye if it’s the last thing I do.”

“I could do my best dinosaur impression, but I think that would get both of us kicked out,” Harsh said, chuckling. It was definitely better to leave the ‘mere human’ thing alone and unaddressed. The first date--if this was a date--probably wasn’t the best time for the bloodsucking discussion. In fact, Harsh was fairly sure that never needed to come up ever. He muffled a laugh with his hand as Nell’s monocle dropped away from her eye. “No, I think you’ve gotta kind of pinch your face around it like--” He paused, pressing his own over his eye, scrunching up his face like he was almost trying to wink. “Like this.” The small circle of glass remained in place until he relaxed, letting it fall into his palm. “Staying that way is gonna give me a face cramp. They’ve got these little chains on them, but I have no clue what you’re supposed to attach that to. We’ll figure it out. So I’m guessing this isn’t really your usual scene either?”

“But you could do it...quietly,” Harsh taunted a bit, leaning forward a little as if indulging in a conspiracy between the two of them— also simply curious to see if he’d try it. The beginning of indignance sprouted on Nell’s features, mouth falling open a little as she looked utterly offended by Harsh finding amusement in her failures. “Are you laughing at me?” But her own little snort came a moment later. First in response to the face he was making to try and get the thing into his eye, and again when he spoke of cramps. Nevertheless, she tried to get it to her eye once more. Unfortunately...it simply seemed that the piece of glass was simply too big to even wedge into the spot it was meant to be, and a small growl of frustration came from her, as if she could intimidate the thing into submission. “Oooohh, the chain,” she pondered before squinting at the item in question. Then she was reaching over for the chain that was connected to Harsh’s monocle, and holding it up to the end of her’s to match the ends. “It’s obviously supposed to be a sort of Lady and the Tramp spaghetti situation.” Her head cocked a bit to the side, not entirely surprised that Harsh had clocked her for not being a regular at the Artesian, but also curious. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m obviously the fanciest person here. Though I guess I don’t come all that often. You don’t, either?”

“Quiet, huh? My dino impression usually involves a lot of roaring and tearing shit up, probably not the best for this place… but maybe later, if you still wanna see,” he said, with a wink. Harsh bit his lip, a motion… that did nothing to help the monocle stay in place, the glass clunking to the table a moment later. These damn things, how the hell were they supposed to stay? He pressed a fist to his mouth to muffle another laugh. One eyebrow rose as he watched Nell link their chains. “Yeah? You think we should each put one in our mouths and see where they get us?” The joke was obvious, another laugh hiding in his voice as he grinned at her. “Oh clearly, you’re extremely fancy. You should start offering one of those online workshops, how to be fancy 101 or something. I bet you’d make a fortune. But… yeah, no, I don’t come here really often, only when I’m trying to impress people who are way out of my league.”

”So you do it that often?” The corners of Nell’s eyes crinkled in amusement while he winked, somewhat distracted for a second when he bit his lip, but coming back a moment later to continue laughing at his monocle attempts. She was parting her lips for another quip back when Harsh uttered what had to be the strangest pick-up line she’d ever heard in her entire life, and instead of words, a full-on outburst of laughter struck. “Is that how you get girls?” she asked between trying to catch her breath. “God- holy shit. How are you single? With lines like that? Can you even fit in in your mouth?” Finally, she managed to come back to a state of togetherness before saying, “You know, I have been thinking about starting my own online academy. Obviously there’d have to be a monocle class based on tonight’s performance.” A little smirk came over her once again when he let loose what she took to be his latest line. “Ohh, are we going into the flattery segment of tonight, now?”

“Hey, everyone’s gotta have their thing. It makes me memorable at least.” Laughing again, Harsh shook his head. Nell was pretty when she laughed. Well extra pretty. “Look, you were the one who said Lady and the Tramp, I was just going off that. I’m single for several very good reasons that I really think we don’t need to talk about right now. And I could try shoving it in my mouth, but that would definitely get us kicked out of this place.” He eyed the monocle for a moment. It would probably fit in his mouth. But this wasn’t the place to try. Maybe once that bottle of wine showed up. “Online academy? That sounds cool. I might have to attend. What kinda stuff would you teach?” Harsh chuckled again, ducking his head as if to cover it. “Listen, flattery is an important part of this whole thing. And it’s not like I don’t mean it. You’re awesome and I wanna impress you. Is that a bad thing?”

“Memorable is definitely a word for it,” Nell continued to tease, curious to see if he’d dish it back or not. “Why not talk about it right now?” Her voice was still laden with a joking tone, not actually wanting to push him into anything serious, but having too much fun not to poke some fun at him. “What better thing to talk about with someone one a first-” Oh, god. Had she’d been about to say...date? Was this a date? The thought stopped her dead in her tracks for a moment, suddenly unsure. When was the last time she’d been on a date? Jesus. She didn’t go on dates. Trying to ignore the question that was swimming in her head, she did her best to move on to the next subject. “Oh- you know. Obviously how to wear a monocle. How to get Chocolate Cosmos to grow. Hiding knives in your boots.” Okay- that was enough. It seemed the strange energy of her possible date revelation was making her a babble a bit. But his continued compliments somehow brought her back down to Earth for a second. “Mmmm, this whole thing? And what whole thing is that?” she asked innocently, head cocked to the side. “I won’t say I don’t like people saying nice things, though. You’re pretty cool, too.”

“Oh yeah, you got a couple other words for me?” Harsh grinned. There was no harm in leaving himself open for a few little prods and jabs. It wasn’t as if those things did an ounce of damage. “You want me to air out all that dirty laundry so soon? Please, you’ve at least gotta get me on a third… outing before I’ll start going in on all the juicy details.” He had heard the hesitation in Nell’s voice, but tried to cover his own a bit better. Was this a date? He hadn’t thought about it much. Dating wasn’t really his thing, but what else was he supposed to call treating a pretty girl to dinner? Whatever, labels didn’t matter. Two hot people could just enjoy being attractive together, it didn’t have to be anything. “Knives in your boots, huh? You’re a little more than meets the eye, aren’t you? I like that, and I like a girl who can kick ass and take names when she needs to.” He paused for a moment, considering before he shrugged. “I dunno. I’m not big on labels, they just make things… messy, more complicated than they need to be. All I know is I’m hanging out with you and I like it, does it have to be anything else?”

“That depends, you got any for me?” Nell continued to tease. So far, Harsh mostly seemed happy to sit back and take her prodding, but she wanted to know if he’d partake in it or simply continue along with letting her say whatever she wanted to. Would he tease back in a similar manner? “A third outing, wow. Are you that confident, then? Or is it hopeful?” An outing. Whatever that meant. She couldn’t be sure, but it seemed that he was avoiding the ‘d’ word as well. Which was fine by her. “Good for you I’m not wearing boots tonight,” she teased as she leaned forward a bit, a playful glint in her eye that was perhaps a bit too joyous to have any place in a conversation about sharp objects. Besides, even if they weren’t in her boots— that didn’t mean they weren’t elsewhere. “What am I that ‘meets the eye’, then?” No labels, though. That was something she was familiar with. Something she could work with. “I think we can agree on the whole no labels thing, though. I like it, too.”

“I might,” Harsh said, with a noncommittal shrug, smile still in place. “I think right now I’ll go with… confident. But I might think of a few others if we work through his bottle of wine.” The bottle itself had arrived not long ago. Harsh had barely even noticed the waiter come and go, too busy focusing on the playful back and forth. He poured himself a glass before offering the bottle to Nell. With a little laugh, he held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not saying we have to get to number three… but I’m not saying we won’t. Who knows what’s gonna happen?” Nell was fun, that much was already clear, but Harsh knew for a fact that he wasn’t really dating material. Still, whatever she wanted this to be, he was good with going along with it all for now. He could definitely respect a girl with knives in her boots though. “Well, you’re definitely as sassy as you look, clever too. I like that. But I can only tell you what I see. So… when you’re not discussing monocles and knife boots, what do you like to do?”

“I think I’m happy to accept confident,” Nell quipped with another gentle smirk on her lips, still amused by how the night was unfolding. She watched as he poured the drink before thanking him, the expression on her lips widening into something a bit more flirtatious as she simply asked, “Oh, yeah? Well I’m eager to hear what might come off you when you’re a little more uninhibited.” As for more dates- well- Nell wasn’t so sure about that. The closest she’d gotten to a second date these days was hook-ups in the back of cars, or repeated house guests that came for their ‘adult sleepovers’. And she was rather happy with that. “I guess we’ll find out,” she simply replied, still enjoying Harsh’s company nonetheless. What did she like to do? The question was somewhat loaded for her when so much of her life was wrapped up into the supernatural, so she went with her most basic answer, first. “Well- I’m a bounty hunter, and that’s pretty fun. Like- tracking down the people and bringing them back and all that stuff. But I guess beyond that…” With everything going on recently, it was hard for her to remember what she did for fun, and the realization of that wasn’t completely lost on her. “Is hanging out with friends too basic? I like to garden, too. Or cook or bake when I’m in the mood. Video games. Meet strange people in restaurants who sounded like they could be hot online.” She let the last comment linger before carrying on. “You know- normal stuff. What about you? What do you like to do?”

“You might be surprised by the stuff that comes out of my mouth if you really get me going,” Harsh said, teasing smile on his lips as he sipped at his wine. Not bad… as far as he could tell anyway. The flavor was muted, like everything. Another date didn’t seem like a bad idea--if this one was a date. That part still seemed a little up in the air. But then, Harsh didn’t have much problem with just hanging out. “A bounty hunter?” Harsh let his eyebrows rise. That was a new one, definitely interesting. “You mean like out of a movie? People actually do that? That’s kinda badass. Do you get rewards for that?” Bringing in bounties probably didn’t count as ‘good’, but it sure sounded like one hell of a way to spend a night. “There’s nothing basic about it if you like doing it. I cook too, but I’ve been told that everything I make is too spicy for human consumption, so I promise not to share my habanero brownies with you unless you really want to try them.” He paused for a moment. Which hobbies were acceptable to share? It was always hard to tell. “I work a lot, which… kind of counts. I do like my job. When I’m not there… I like games, video games, card games, any kind really. I watch a lot of movies, especially bad ones, they’re the funniest. Wow, just listening to myself, I feel like I need to get out more.”

Nell smirked at his phrasing, not entirely certain if he’d meant it as a flirt, but deciding to run with it. “I feel like I’d be able to get you going,” she said suggestively before taking another long sip of her wine. Let him make of that what he would. After all, he was good-looking, and with all the stress surrounding the town, she could certainly use a fun time. “Yeah- don’t you see the resemblance between me and Dog the Bounty Hunter?” she joked, leaning forwards on her elbow a bit. “But no- it’s mostly just people running out on bail and stuff. So bail bond companies hire us to track them down and bring them in. We usually get paid a percentage of the bond if that’s what you mean?” Her eyes narrowed playfully, already all too ready to take on the proposal of these apparently incredibly spicy brownies. “I accept this challenge. I know you didn’t pose it as one but- I’m deciding to take it as one,” she chuckled. “Working definitely counts, sure. Where do you work? Card games?” she asked, her smile going a bit sharper. Was this another person she could playfully hustle? “I think card game are really fun.” Ever since she could remember, the Vurals had hosted many a family poker night, all the girls becoming formidable opponents at the game. “As for getting out more…” This was as good a time as any to make a move, wasn’t it? “I could think of a place we could get out of here— together.”

“Oh yeah?” Harsh grinned, one eyebrow rising. It hadn’t been entirely meant as flirting, but he would take it and run with it. Nell was fun, and more than pretty. Why not? This definitely wouldn’t be the worst choices he had made lately. “So it’s not like the movies? That’s still cool though, you’re like a superhero, chasing down bad guys, bringing them to justice. You should wear a costume.” Laughing, he shook his head, holding up his hands in defeat. “If you want to try one, I won’t stop you. It’d be a good excuse for me to make them again. I work at the hospital, I do orderly stuff and help the nurses, way less exciting than bounty hunting.” The second brow joined the first at her proposition. Well, he definitely couldn’t argue with someone who knew what they wanted. “Y’know, I could go for that,” he said, rising from his chair and moving to offer her a hand. “Lead the way.”

#dinomite drinks #chatzy #ch:harsh

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mawboness · 7 years

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Arnea's Children || Chapter 3

(I am going to just post the whole chapters here instead of the link )

Chapter 3,

Want To Share Tragic Backstories?

As they walked through the pitch black forest, the only light was mildly peeking through the tree tops from the moon. They walked in silence, it was nice for a while but it then made Sylvyr fidgety.

"So, you got a story, Mr. I Make Space Into A TV?"

"One, it's called Space Rendering, two, yes I do," he didn't bother looking at her when he spoke.

"Cool, care to tell it to pass the time?"

"No."

"Come ON, it's so b o r i n g right now," she groaned.

"Only if you explain why you sunk so low to live with a Furless."

"Fine," she paused, "Who goes first?"

"You," his giant, long, fluffy tail "accidentally" smacked her in the face.

"Mk, so," she started, "I don't remember all the details, but here goes. I wasn't born in a Furless home, I was born outside, some forest closer to a big city. It was right before the sun was going to raise up, we were all happily suckling on my mom's warm stomach, almost out growing this at this point. In a nice, dry, small cave under a large and sturdy rock, it was right when autumn was creeping out and winter rolling in soon, so all the animals were getting as much food as possible.

And because of that there was a shortage of fresh prey around us, and we weren't allowed to go out of our cave right now because the bigger predators were going anywhere they could to find food. Hawks and owls, foxes, those were the main concern. My siblings and I had slipped into the warm world of sleep for maybe half an hour. Mom had left our den, we groggily woke up and heard her growling and hissing. I looked up and could see her tail swaying back and forth furiously, two figures bigger than her were advancing towards her.

She hissed and swung her paws at them, but they didn't stop. Everything happened so quickly, all I heard was gekkering, paws scratching for tread on the ground, yowling, liquid splats, crunching. One vulske opened its jaws to full extent and clamped around my mom's stomach, crunch, splat. She went limp, then they flew into the den, snatched up my three other siblings, they all died.

At this point I had scrambled out, one prowled fast at me, I ran faster and just in time, because if it hadn't bitten off my tail, it's death clutch would've gone around my whole body.

My eyes stung from the wind, my back legs and what was left of my tail hurt like, y'know, heck. Numbness sunk in, but I kept going, escaping the fox's horrible death wish for me. I'm sure they didn't kill us out of bloodlust, only wishing to survive winter. To eat my family. It sounds so dumb, like 'oh yeah the big monsters are gonna eat us' but seriously, when it's real and happening, it's horrifying.

I couldn't do it anymore, I gave up and stopped running all of a sudden, paws giving out on me, my throat stung. And as I lay on the pavement now, it scraped my ears, and then that stinging throat feeling only continued when I threw up a big milky puddle.

Big metal creatures rolled through the middle of the pavement, luckily I was on the side. My head lied in my puddle of vomit and I closed my eyes, mouth open and panting, darkness closing in. Couldn't feel anything. Didn't care.

That's when I heard screeching, a slam and loud paw steps, 'great, maybe the foxes will finish me off now,' I thought to myself. No, large, furless paws scooped me up, saying inaudible things in a soft, concerned manner.

I was brought into the metal thing, my eyes only slightly open, I still breathed heavily, I didn't care what was happening to me.

Soon I was brought into a bright, white, den with more of these upright, giant, furless cats. I fell asleep on some table they put me on, and when I woke up, there was so much less pain in my tail, hardly at all of that numb feeling, soreness was abounding, but pain was mostly gone.

I stayed in a cold, metal cage for the next couple days, I didn't care. I'm getting used to it, no biggy. Then, what I assumed was the furless that took me off the road, came to see me, then put me in a smaller cage that she, I think, carried me to that metal roller.

A little while later she let me into her house, and I've lived their ever since. I mean, she lets me go outside when I want to during the high light," Syl finally stopped rambling. I mean, 'story telling.'

She stared at Chicker with wide eyes and an awkward smile, "Your turn~." He rolled his eyes.

Chicker's air turned colder, he must be thinking hard. "Look at my shoulder," he said, she did, and he nudged the long fur out of the way with his nose to show long, deep scars.

"Oooohh, tell me why you're emo about it," her eyes were glowing in the low light, the very small amount of light made it seem that way, at least.

"Sometimes I really want to get you lost and then leave," Chicker didn't growl, but just breathed deeply. He sighed, "Anyway, I never knew my parents, but some old couple adopted me, I call them my Wizard Parents, since they were the ones that raised me and taught me how to use Cienera and had history etched into my head. But we always lived in this small community in the ruins of an old furless town. I was always top of the Cienera class, but there was always that one guy, we don't talk about him, though. But one day, I went down into the tree room, and my Wizard Dad had gotten bitten by something, probably by the size of it, it was raccoon or something, but had been over come by rabies.

Mouth foaming, his body was like when you poke a worm and it starts flail writhing hard and fast, if you saw it, it would really make your throat tight. It was horrible, and I knew without hesitation what was needed. I rushed forward, pinning him to the wall of the deep burrow. He flailed and scratched me, hissing and spitting. Quickly, I sunk my fangs into his throat, deeper and deeper, and when I heard that loud crunch, I knew it was done.

After that, I just wander through everywhere, getting into a lot of fights, trying to learn about the past through the present. The scars were from some badger that I pissed off, there's matching ones on the other shoulder, too. But the reason why I cart around these books," he hopped a little to make the backpack make some clunking sounds, "Is that my Wizard Parents, well, really only my mom now, are Arnean Lore Keepers, meaning they're the cats that remember all the history of cats, then pass it down to someone when they get old.

I'm her apprentice, so basically I'm working on learning it all, and what a time to be doing this as Odion's Promise is beginning," he stopped walking all of a sudden.

"Wha-," Syl started, he smacked his paw over her mouth. He softly bit into her scruff and pulled her forwards, the two started running fast. "What're we doing?!" she whisper yelled.

"Look behind you, don't stop running," he said in a rushed tone.

Syl looked behind her, and there was a large smoke cloud, about 20 feet behind them, she couldn't rip her eyes from it. As she kept staring, it got bigger, and bigger, and then it wasn't a cloud, it was mist figures of hundreds of paws running. Bigger, bigger, the sound of loud paw steps was eating its way into her mind, then that's when it started to consume her, the paw steps turned into harsh yowling of cats and foxes.

"Sylvyr!" Chicker yelled.

She snapped out of the trance, it was still behind them and smoke. She looked at him, her eyes were watering, and she started to not be able to see anything, black and white swirls fading into her vision.

"We're almost there, stay strong!" he yelled again, this helped encourage her, but she hadn't run like this in seven years and was severely out of practice. It was like he knew what was happening to her, 'he probably does, and even more than me,' she thought to herself. The cloud started making the paw steps sound, which gave the indication that it was getting uncomfortabley close.

There was a glow in the darkness, a large grove of oaks, big stones, but they couldn't look at them right then, Chicker ran in front of Syl, straight to the glow coming from the foot of the biggest tree there. They reached it, Chicker yelled something at the glow, Syl was panting and panicking, looking from the glow to the now yelling smoke cloud.

"Chicker-!" she was beginning to panic more. Her vision was still fading away, being consumed by the swirling eye aura.

It was three feet away as a door in the trunk swung open, Chicker had no time to be careful with her, so he picked her up by the scruff and flung her in, and jumped in after once she was in. The door shut and a throat tightening thud crashed again and again at the tree. It was the cloud, claws from outside clawed at it with each thump. Finally it left.

Sylvyr lay back against the sloped wall, her vision all the way consumed. Only thing she could see was movement of an outline. She stumbled to stand up, cats she didn't know were trying to talk to her, but she couldn't hear them, she started digging frantically, but tired and weak, at the dirt floor. She stopped when she could feel a dip and then lie down in it, like a meatloaf.

Everyone kinda just stopped doing anything and just stared at her being weird. One of them finally snapped them all back to reality.

"Come on, if no one is going to help her, she'll die," an annoyed cat said, sat next to her, twirled their paws, a glowy hazel aura formed around their paws as they did, then formed a spike, they picked it out of the air in their mouth, and shoved it into Sylvyr's flank.

Sylvyr didn't even notice, she was just nervous purring and nub tail swishing back and forth.

#arnea's children #expectocs #nim thecat #my writing #cat ocs #cat oc #syl #sylvyr #chicker #teka #cow #arnea #alar #odion #adder #hailey

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