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[wiitchtime]

Paws stretch up onto the woman's leg, claws flexing to catch onto the fabric of her clothes. "Was it you I heard calling for a familiar?" His yellow eyes stared up at her, "I accept, but I ain't walkin! I might break a nail." He scrambled up, ungracefully clawing his way onto her shoulder before settling down, "Better, this is what I deserve. I'd prefer a bag though, can you get a bag?"

       SHE DIDN'T RECALL ASKING FOR SUCH A THING; but it would appear she hadn't a choice in the matter no more, suppose once chosen you couldn't deny the gift of a companion wherever the puss has come from; or perhaps she had called for him? certainly not by her own words but maybe the loneliness that weighed her heart down.  the presence that made her smile far from warm.      had this been her sunday best, he would of been shooed but she allows him to step onto his hind legs and paw at her as though begging for a treat, a handsome little puss he was with glossy fur and golden eyes that made the crescent moon green with envy, she can only imagine how silky that fur of his was... and she finds that out rather quickly as he suddenly hops up; not quite as graceful as he probably thought he was being and she winces slightly from his claws and thanks herself for choosing leather for her hair to mimic; it at least shielded her from a complete clawing from him before he finally settles around her shoulder like a skinned minc. indeed, his fur was quite magnificent.            a witch with no memories was a lonesome existance, a truth that she would never admit aloud but had he sensed it?   had he perhaps... heard the painful drip drop of her bleeding heart? the softed of smiles curls her lips, like the touch of candlelight, BAYONETTA reaches up and gives that chin of his a scratch.   she had quite the softness for cats.        ❝ –    …  well, it's good to know you got taste at least. ❞

[dashingdad]

RANDOM ENCOUNTER // ALWAYS ACCEPTING 

@mewsry​​ asked; 

Sitting up in a tree the feline watched the swinging goat heads reacting to the wind. If he was more desperate, perhaps he would take a bite — but he preferred some REAL food; whenever that became available. Like beer, man what he wouldn’t give for a beer. Yellow eyes closed as he tucked his paws in, pointed ears still listening for any threats near him specifically. When footsteps approached his eyes snapped open and he lazily look down to see what appeared to be a confused man. “Lost?”, his voice called as a feline smirk curled on his muzzle, “I’d offer to help but I’m not from this rathole town. You got any food?”

    Ethan had walked through this part of the village MANY times already, gathering what supplies he could, then going back again to get anything MISSED of left behind. It was no different now, as the man made his way down the NARROW path, snow crunching lightly under his boots as the CHILL of the night still kept it slightly frozen. 

At the sound of the VOICE, there was little hesitation as a hand raised to the pistol at his side. Hovering over the weapon as the mans body ready for any form of ATTACK. It had been a long night, and his list of ‘ friends ’ only seemed to be getting larger and larger. Curious eyes turned up to the branches, making the father squint to make out the FELINE that rested there, “ ... What? “ It wasn’t the strangest thing, considering it all. Yet this was still ... ODD. 

Ethan stared at the creature for a moment, mouth slightly hung OPEN as his brain tried to push all the pieces he had together FIGHTING to make a picture that made sense. Vampires, werewolves, and now ... talking cats? Let alone, talking to HIM, “ I-- uh...No-- i-I don’t...  “ he wet his lips, “ Are you-- Talking? “  

[xeberinvarcom]

Müdafiə naziri Kəlbəcər rayonunda təlim poliqonuna baxış keçirib.

Kəlbəcər rayonunda təlim poliqonu tikilir

[sadistresc]

@mewsry​   *   starter   .

          "  COME  HERE  ,  LITTLE  ONE  ...  "  Voice  a  HUM  ,  hands  tapping  knees  to  get  cat's  attention                      sweet  as  they  may  sound  in  their  mind  ,  it  is  no  surprise  the  black  cat  hesitates  :  fresh  blood  still  stains  chin  ,  gloves  soiled  by  meal  .  Noting  such  ,  Cassandra  tugs  them  off  &  tosses  them  aside  ,  hoping  that  will  suffice  .  "  Don't  worry  !  I  just  want  to  pet  you  ...  I  won't  throw  you  out  in  the  cold  .  "

[wiitchtime]

We haven’t gotten the chance to write much just yet, but I’m so excited to explore more of their relationship soon. I absolutely love your portrayal and think you’re doing so good! You can tell how passionate you are about your character just from the way you talk about them. I know how difficult it can be to write witty dialogue but you do it so well! 10/10 truly

🥺🥺🥺💜🖤❤️ thank you GUYS! you're too sweet to me! thank you guys for following and indulging me in such a forgotten nintendo character <3 i love you guys! @mewsry & @phntmhrts blows kisses

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

[caliphor]

☙   ——   prompted   /   @mewsry​

❉ I hope you take this as a threat

❉  I’ve followed you for a long time

[sadistresc]

@mewsry​​     *  /         “  This place was confusing, it was far too easy to get turned around in this maze of a mansion. Had he been down this hallway? He couldn’t remember anymore, all this furniture looked the same. Did they buy 500 of the same decorative vases? Maybe so! Whoever owned this place could surely hide things in them, so with a confident leap the feline ended up inside the vase. — nothing.Now how does one get out of the vase? This was a new problem, he pressed his paws against the side and pushed to no avail. Trying to jump back out was failing as well due to the smaller opening from the inside. There was really only one option left. Being LOUD — meowing, mewing and carrying on until he attracted someone’s attention.  “

          THEY  ARE  BORED  AGAIN  ,  resorting  to  roaming  emptied  halls  to  find  any  sort  of  TROUBLE  .  A  maid  to  toy  with  ,  perhaps  ,  or  another  one  of  those  failures  roaming  too  close  to  mother's  chambers  again  .  Bela's  being  annoyingly  distant  ,  and  Daniela  is  locked  away  reading  ...  whatever  dreadful  romance  novels  she  can  find  in  the  library  .    Cassandra's  almost  entirely  spaced  out  from  the  real  world  ,  daydreams  serving  as  only  form  of  enjoyment  .  Almost  entirely  spaced  out  ,  until  ...

          MEOWING  ?  HOW  PECULIAR  ---------  they'd  be  the  only  one  to  let  an  animal  into  the  house  ,  and  they  certainly  don't  remember  doing  such  a  thing  !  Eyes  flick  'round  open  hallway  ,  brows  furrowing  when  the  source  is  not  immediately  identified  .  The  little  rattle  of  vase  struggling  to  be  tipped  over  soon  catches  eye  ,  and  Cassandra  rushes  to  peek  in  &  smile  at  the  cat  .  "  Aww  ,  did  you  get  stuck  ?  "  Plucking  him  from  vase  ,  they  give  his  head  a  gentle  pat  .  "  Poor  little  kitty  !  Are  you  looking  for  something  to  eat  ?  "

[caliphor]

☙   ——   unprompted   /   @mewsry​​​  .

DO NOT IGNORE MY PLEES TO MURDER YOUR MOTHER AND STEAL HER CHILD

YOU CAN STOP WITH THAT JOKE NOW ITS NOT FUNNY