Something something first impressions

Man, catching this dude by surprise made Nimue feel good- she’d always been a stealthy creature, being so tiny and all. Oh, and her brown coat helped her blend into a lot of sceneries. But something about being stealthy in someone else’s home was euphoric. What else could she get away with? A haughty expression almost cracked her features, but she fought it off- remaining guarded, and hard to read.

He seemed just as interested, based on how he sniffed at her and started analyzing her with his eyes. Oh, they looked like hers. Amethyst eyes weren’t rare or anything- but it was an interesting observation to be made. And the way his mouth dropped open- repeatedly at that - as if he was struggling to find the words to say to her. It sent a tingle down her spine. Lost for words pretty boy? Until finally, he snapped back at her- declaring this was ‘his home’ which made her right brow raise. Still, she’d let him have another word if he wanted to- deciding to give him the floor, if he chose to make this encounter more interesting. And if he turned out to be dull, she’d keep questioning him. Good plan.

But what he said next, completely turned the tides of their introduction- giving her his name, before calling her a damn fuck toy. Her expression suddenly fell flat, but her eyes never left his. Rage filled her, and out of reflex she flattened her ears and bristled her pelt. The growl rising up in her throat tasting like venom, until it bubbled out of gaping jaws. She wasn’t a fucking toy- never mind a fuck toy for that old pervert. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t even contemplate her actions. Like a coiled spring, Nimue shot up from the ground, leaping up at the male. Her jaws splayed open, snapping at his face while her front paws tried to wrap around his neck.  

”Speech”