02-22-2025, 07:29 PM
Though she watches him unblinkingly, Mafdet sees nothing to indicate surprise at the fact that she’d spoken back to him. She sniffs a few times, but finds mostly the sharp tang of spruce from where her claws have drawn beads of sap from her perch. His words trail off and her blue eyes narrow in anticipation, only for the other to disappear right in front of her.
Well, the piebald horse is certainly not the first to vanish in the midst of a conversation, but most at least had the courtesy to finish a sentence.
Mafdet begins a low hiss of irritation, but the sound is strangled in her throat by the sound of a voice on the branch behind her.
At the first word she leaps from the branch, her front paws finding purchase on another just a few feet below. She twists slightly in the air, so that when the claws of her back feet land a millisecond later, her body is once more facing the piebald stallion.
No, the cat.
She processes that just as he finishes speaking, and this time her brief hiss of displeasure comes out fully formed.
His teleportation and the sudden loss of her advantageous altitude had been startling and unpleasant, and the hiss expresses that. Beyond the displeased noise though, she remains visibly unbothered, her ears upright and eyes wide as she looks over the handsome tomcat.
When finished, she twitches her pink nose with feigned disinterest.
“Definitely higher on my list than just a horse, but still…” she trails off for a moment, full of feline nonchalance as she peers up thoughtfully at the higher canopy as if she’d rather be anywhere else. “I suppose it depends on how good of a cat you are?” At that she looks back, and now there is mischief in her blue eyes.
There’s a solid branch just over his head that Mafdet knows she could reach with one good jump. Getting there would mean exposing her underside to this almost stranger, but he seems good-natured despite that corpse witchery business. As long as he doesn’t vanish again, she’s confident.
So she jumps, and the moment she’s secure on the branch, she reaches down with one orange paw to bat (her claws drawn tightly in) at his nose.
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Set
ooh - your writing is as lovely as ever, and you're tolerating my inability to keep a consistent verb tense so we can call it even lol
Well, the piebald horse is certainly not the first to vanish in the midst of a conversation, but most at least had the courtesy to finish a sentence.
Mafdet begins a low hiss of irritation, but the sound is strangled in her throat by the sound of a voice on the branch behind her.
At the first word she leaps from the branch, her front paws finding purchase on another just a few feet below. She twists slightly in the air, so that when the claws of her back feet land a millisecond later, her body is once more facing the piebald stallion.
No, the cat.
She processes that just as he finishes speaking, and this time her brief hiss of displeasure comes out fully formed.
His teleportation and the sudden loss of her advantageous altitude had been startling and unpleasant, and the hiss expresses that. Beyond the displeased noise though, she remains visibly unbothered, her ears upright and eyes wide as she looks over the handsome tomcat.
When finished, she twitches her pink nose with feigned disinterest.
“Definitely higher on my list than just a horse, but still…” she trails off for a moment, full of feline nonchalance as she peers up thoughtfully at the higher canopy as if she’d rather be anywhere else. “I suppose it depends on how good of a cat you are?” At that she looks back, and now there is mischief in her blue eyes.
There’s a solid branch just over his head that Mafdet knows she could reach with one good jump. Getting there would mean exposing her underside to this almost stranger, but he seems good-natured despite that corpse witchery business. As long as he doesn’t vanish again, she’s confident.
So she jumps, and the moment she’s secure on the branch, she reaches down with one orange paw to bat (her claws drawn tightly in) at his nose.
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Set ooh - your writing is as lovely as ever, and you're tolerating my inability to keep a consistent verb tense so we can call it even lol