Don't mind the short woman with wolf-yellow eyes and the clawed hand that's reaching past him at the buffet to dish up her own breakfast. In utter contrast to what he's looking for, most of her plate is meat. Easier to maintain some kind of appetite, this way.
Normally, she wouldn't pay anyone else at the buffet much mind, but something about this guy... he just reeks of prey. No one else here really rings that bell so loudly, it's like her senses are screaming at her, blood suddenly pounding in her ears—
She slams her tray down so hard in her attempts to bite the feeling down that it almost cracks and, immediately aware of how that looks, forces out through gritted teeth: "Sorry. I. Slipped."
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Don't mind the short woman with wolf-yellow eyes and the clawed hand that's reaching past him at the buffet to dish up her own breakfast. In utter contrast to what he's looking for, most of her plate is meat. Easier to maintain some kind of appetite, this way.
Normally, she wouldn't pay anyone else at the buffet much mind, but something about this guy... he just reeks of prey. No one else here really rings that bell so loudly, it's like her senses are screaming at her, blood suddenly pounding in her ears—
She slams her tray down so hard in her attempts to bite the feeling down that it almost cracks and, immediately aware of how that looks, forces out through gritted teeth: "Sorry. I. Slipped."