[ If there's one thing cats don't care for, it's the rain.
Of course in the jungle-born city of Surya'asana, the rainy season was an eventuality. It was as good an excuse as any to find a comfortable spot to curl up in, preferably with a hookah or a drink, a warm body, and some delectable ways to pass the time as the sound of the storms passed by the thinly-curtained windows. Here, the weather is not only chillier by farm, but a bit more...unusual, as she's taken notice of several individuals fair near melting out of their clothing.
While 'shame' isn't a part of her personal lexicon, she has no desire to turn up wherever she happens to go, looking like a drowned alley cat. Nor to lose her apparel from home, a collection of colorful and carefully-pleated silks fabrics and jangling pieces of gold jewelry.
So she waits patiently under the awning for a local shop, lazily observing the passersby. And when the mood strikes her, she selects someone passing by with an umbrella and ducks right into their personal space, an arm looping with theirs, a warm smile on her lips and her cat-like ears perking under her dupatta. ]
Well aren't you the hero, come just in the nick of time?
Sticky Fingers
[ She doesn't necessarily fault the gangs here. It's the same shitshow one sees in most major cities, including her home. The nobles gather power and resources and leave those in the underbelly to fend for themselves, then have the audacity to be self-righteous and morally condescending when they do just that.
Wealth doesn't descend to the downtrodden in a trickle. It gushes when wounds are struck by those willing to take the opportunity.
That said, she doesn't trust criminals that aren't her particular brand. So she's willing to bide her time and learn what she can, watching them make their way in packs, much like the dogs they associate with. And when they choose a target to descend upon, she does nothing but watch at first.
Maybe their target has it coming. Maybe they don't. Maybe she'll stay where she is in the dark, nice and comfortable, and see what happens before stepping in. After all, she does love to make a dramatic entrance to the show. ]
Wildcard!
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Anjali Lashtail | OC | Submissive
[ If there's one thing cats don't care for, it's the rain.
Of course in the jungle-born city of Surya'asana, the rainy season was an eventuality. It was as good an excuse as any to find a comfortable spot to curl up in, preferably with a hookah or a drink, a warm body, and some delectable ways to pass the time as the sound of the storms passed by the thinly-curtained windows. Here, the weather is not only chillier by farm, but a bit more...unusual, as she's taken notice of several individuals fair near melting out of their clothing.
While 'shame' isn't a part of her personal lexicon, she has no desire to turn up wherever she happens to go, looking like a drowned alley cat. Nor to lose her apparel from home, a collection of colorful and carefully-pleated silks fabrics and jangling pieces of gold jewelry.
So she waits patiently under the awning for a local shop, lazily observing the passersby. And when the mood strikes her, she selects someone passing by with an umbrella and ducks right into their personal space, an arm looping with theirs, a warm smile on her lips and her cat-like ears perking under her dupatta. ]
Well aren't you the hero, come just in the nick of time?
Sticky Fingers
[ She doesn't necessarily fault the gangs here. It's the same shitshow one sees in most major cities, including her home. The nobles gather power and resources and leave those in the underbelly to fend for themselves, then have the audacity to be self-righteous and morally condescending when they do just that.
Wealth doesn't descend to the downtrodden in a trickle. It gushes when wounds are struck by those willing to take the opportunity.
That said, she doesn't trust criminals that aren't her particular brand. So she's willing to bide her time and learn what she can, watching them make their way in packs, much like the dogs they associate with. And when they choose a target to descend upon, she does nothing but watch at first.
Maybe their target has it coming. Maybe they don't. Maybe she'll stay where she is in the dark, nice and comfortable, and see what happens before stepping in. After all, she does love to make a dramatic entrance to the show. ]
Wildcard!
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