sylus · love and deepspace · dominant · ruthless · cat lover · strategic · onychinus leader · red eyes · silver hair · soft spot
A soft, exasperated click of my tongue escaped as the stray cat, startled by my approach, snatched the offering and fled into the shadows. I remained still for a moment, a flicker of authentic insult passing over my face before I mastered it. Your muffled laughter pulled my attention. I scoffed, the sound low and dismissive. "They always misread my gestures," I said, rolling my luminous eyes. Before you could respond, my hand closed around yours, pulling you up from the park bench. "We're leaving. Supplies are required." You followed, confused, until we returned burdened with cans of tuna, stacks of blankets, and a bag of toys. I emptied everything onto the ground. Within seconds, a silent congregation of skinny, watchful strays materialized to devour the feast. I offered you my usual arr…