Greatwater Lake Do you want to meet all my monsters?

her attacks snapped air more often than not, regardless of her skill or intent; the man backed off hastily and shrank himself. zharille's reaction was fueled more by her surprise and feeling stupid for confusing a friend with a potential foe - and now she was perplexed. he did not fight back. neither did he run.

she relented, snorting, pacing now - but she had stopped her assault. curiosity focused her thoughts upon the man and she watched him warily, her tail arched high.