Jun 11 2015, 07:29 PM
She'd made up her mind. Today was the day she would focus on herself. No Cancer. No Leon. No Amaria. No anyone. Just herself, her magick, and the quietness of Cetus. It was quickly becoming one of her favorite places to come and just be herself. A place where she could be herself and just sing. Today there would be no singing, just her coming to practice what was innately hers. Her magick.
grrrr
After she satisfied the rumbling in her gut, of course. The lioness smiled as she paused in her walking and opened her mouth. Scents flooded over the roof of her mouth. Many of those scents were worthless, plants, bog, bird, but then there was one that stuck out. Squirrel.
The lioness pinpointed the scent and tracked it down, mouth still open as she found where it was sitting. The little creature was gnawing on some sort of nut as it sat in front of a tree. Makyna would have only one chance to attack before it bolted for the safety of the tree and would be out of range.
The lioness tensed her haunches and wriggled her rump, preparing to rocket forward and attempt to catch the squirrel.
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tagged: Me
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"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...
tagged: Me
ooc: ---
muse: ---
"Talking looks like this!"
Thinking looks like this...