Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170625033737/@comment-28358106-20170701233729

(S9) Tirush watches with idle distaste as Kittycut samples her energy, then looks up with a look bordering on amusement, though her eyes burn.

"Be grateful your handler keeps your leash short, spirit blade. Were we to fight, it would not end in pleasure.  Not all have the luxury of keeping their prey alive.  I have slain more warriors in a day than you have battled in your short life, and though I did it out of necessity, I would do it again, if I had to."

Thomas looks up from his conversation with Lilrava and Melandil. [Excuse me, I must attend to something...]

He hurries over to Tirush and Kittycut. "Is...everything all right here?"

Tirush looks up suddenly, her demeanor switching instantly. "Oh, yes, love! We were just talking."

His brow lowers. "...Just talking?"

"Yes! We were, that is...um...er..." Tirush puts her clawed hands together in her lap, squeezing her breasts together, and hunches over and looks down, turning red as her voice trails off in a girlish way.

He folds his arms. "Talking about fighting?"

"She cut my arm with a spirit blade," Tirush says sulkily. "I had to say something."