Kintla Flatlands Savage garden

Yes, of course! o: Didn't know that was a thing!


With a deft movement, the small ivory creature padded closer. He was eating them. Her blue eyes smoothed into glassy reflections of worry. Those could be harmful if they aren't ripe, she murmured, but the ebony male had already placed a paw upon his find. She stopped, tail tip twitching as if her conflicting thoughts were mirrored in her appendage. Should she try to take away the male's crunchy little snack? Or would it be best to avoid this confrontation entirely and leave the brute who might be wretchedly vomiting the next morning? It didn't matter. The female had already instinctively pointed out the dangers of this plant.