Koa
It's terribly easy to fall in beside her, dangerously comfortable to bask at her side. Such a picturesque display they manage: the soldier and his Queen traipsing through a garden, flanked by mythic companions and illuminated by distant lighting strikes. Pipsqueak follows after Tarak, having abandoned the awkward vibes of the humans in favor of stalking her friend. Now she, too, squawks dramatically, snapping her teeth at Tarak's tail and raising her haunches in challenge. Few things are beneath an almost-flightless catsnake, and she's pretty sure she can do a better job of herding Ningos than any bird.
Koa smiles indulgently at the companions and their antics. Some of the tension slides off his shoulders, relaxing him a little as they walk toward the pen. "According to Lena there's damage on the western fence line-- ah, there." Ahead of them, a post hangs precariously, clearly only kept in place by its neighbors Herculean strength. Koa drops his bag and coat on the ground and moves to inspect it, trying to determine if it's broken or just unstable.
It makes it easier to talk, when he can't drown in those grey eyes. "So have you decided what to do with your mothman trophy? Maybe an armored dress? You'd look incredible in silver scale."
Koa smiles indulgently at the companions and their antics. Some of the tension slides off his shoulders, relaxing him a little as they walk toward the pen. "According to Lena there's damage on the western fence line-- ah, there." Ahead of them, a post hangs precariously, clearly only kept in place by its neighbors Herculean strength. Koa drops his bag and coat on the ground and moves to inspect it, trying to determine if it's broken or just unstable.
It makes it easier to talk, when he can't drown in those grey eyes. "So have you decided what to do with your mothman trophy? Maybe an armored dress? You'd look incredible in silver scale."
i can't decide if it's a choice, getting swept away
