i sailed seas of emotion to wander a forest of scars
i am a dance of light and darkness
It might have been a scandalous position were she less innocent (and cat-shaped) and he less Ascended (and gay); as it is Amalia maintains herself proudly over Amun's prone form, purring loudly in her presumed victory as she stares down at the man. She's shifted so only her motionless hind legs drape over him, forelimbs moving to either side of his chest.
Gently the leopard lowers her head, pressing it against his face in a friendly good match gesture before carefully looking over his wounds, apology clear in her black eyes. She has to be careful next time - to learn to debilitate with the mildest possible injury. It is her goal in fighting, after all: protection of others and non-lethal elimination of threats. Never bloodshed. Never death.
Gently the leopard lowers her head, pressing it against his face in a friendly good match gesture before carefully looking over his wounds, apology clear in her black eyes. She has to be careful next time - to learn to debilitate with the mildest possible injury. It is her goal in fighting, after all: protection of others and non-lethal elimination of threats. Never bloodshed. Never death.
a galaxy of shadows and stars
Amalia
