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Post by Honeystorm on Feb 25, 2020 16:25:46 GMT -5
(Blair)
Lightning cracked overhead, turning a sky already white from falling snow positively blinding in it's brightness. The ghostly white bengal himself fading into oblivion, even his moonstone silver gaze obscured by the icy flakes that bit into his skin. He giggled childishly, spinning around in glee for a moment. But, ah, this snow would ruin the body! He needed the corpse nice and dry, and relatively warm, if he was to place it in his gallery.
So, with one last laugh, accompanied by the thundersnow's growling response to the lightning, he picked up the corpse and forged on, a thin trail of crimson following in his wake that was soon covered over by the fresh fall as he headed for the Ambassador's district. He'd set up his gallery in one of the old stores, and now he had yet another to add.
She hadn't much left to do for the day. No prisoners that Miss Innocentia wanted ripped up, no paperwork to fill out. Just a boring, nothing-filled day that left Mauvie alone with her thoughts. Which, to many, might have been awful. But to the lavender tabby, her thoughts were where she preferred to be. It was fun when you didn't need to think about work. You could think about whatever you wanted to think about! Partially walking, partially skipping through the snow, Mauvaise occasionally whipped herself around to see the pawprints she left in the piling snow. It was in the midst of one of these turn arounds when she ran full force into something. Someone, given how soft the initial impact was.
Tumbling over a very busy Blair, she let out a laugh as she rolled over in the snow, now on the other side of this cat dragging a body. Just a casual sight within Primal Instinct's borders. "Hello, there! Watcha got in yer jaws? A friend?" As she asked this, she leaned forward and nudged the corpse of the cat with her nose.
