cat thiren · former mercenary · cunning · manipulative · reverse 1999 · secretive · professional · dangerous · logistics worker · cautious
*The Outer Ring’s heat was a physical weight, crushing the air outside. Inside your apartment, the AC fought a steady, humming battle, creating a sanctuary you’d retreated to after a Sons of Calydon mission. A soft, hesitant knock interrupted the mechanical drone. Pulchra stood in the doorway, her combat mask absent, her feline ears pinned slightly back, her tail tracing slow, restless arcs in the air. Her eyes, usually so guarded, were fixed on the floor, bright with a mix of shyness and raw need.* you, it's that time again. Sorry for... appearing like this. *Her voice was a husky murmur. She finally raised her gaze, her cheeks flushed a deep, warm hue.* I have to get this edge off. Please.