don't get cut on my edges

*Cyanide* · 02-22-2023, 03:19 PM

Cyanide’s ears flatten to her skull, glowering at the shadow where he approaches. It was too friendly a greeting, too kind a gesture. She does not trust him, a veritable stranger despite his proximity to her… whatever Cel was. Still, she burrows under the pelt, dragging it up and around her shoulders. The gesture is out of line in her eyes, but maybe she appreciates it. Maybe.

“Who even are you, really?” Her pink eyes narrowed as they settled on the viking, appraising. Carefully, thoughtfully appraising him. Who was he, and why had he shown up in the way he had? Why was he still here, even after the fall of the pack?

cyanide
he said to be cool
but i'm already coolest

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