Cerulean Cape thunderclap

on a dime, the peculiarly marked ruffian turned to face his pallid nuisance. good god. as the man rose from a possessive huddle over his bloated folly, the Grimnismal wolf beheld what he could only surmise was a raccoon who’d helped itself to some of Wonderland’s “eat me!” hardtack. and according to his shifty mannerisms, had the personality of one too--you know, selling you on pyramid schemes and comfortable leggings.

starting to think he’d wondered into the land of colossal procyonidae, Ly visibly recoiled as coonzilla hawked a bone shard into the sand.

straightening up, the beta began tracing circles in the sand with his toe-tip, an innocent purse of his lips and flutter of lids to play up his guile. ”a kiss to break a terrible spell?” he crooned with girlish whist, eyes pleadingly coy.