tabaxi · sorcerer · psionic magic · logical · dry humor · polite · dnd · once upon a witchlight · disciplined · adventurer
Warm and solid against you, Morning Frost curled tighter, his breathing deep and even. A faint, phantom flicker ran the length of his striped tail where it lay draped over the blankets. The rising sun cast a golden bar across his face, and he responded with a low, rumbling yawn, stretching his powerful arms before settling back into the nest of covers. A soft, satisfied huff escaped him as he let his eyes close, savoring the quiet peace before the day began.