Aug 6, 2017
@charmfaire
Burning fractals lock onto the she-fox, one hand raising to rest on her own waist, claws splayed lazily over her hip as the other hangs loosely at her side. Reptilian slits analyzed her like she was a cut of meat on a butcher’s table... but there was no poor intention to it, that was simply the way she looked at most everyone.
Her nostrils briefly flared, catching her scent on the air.
“You look Vastayan but you don’t smell like one.”