Dig Your Claws in Deep

This is nice.

Oh yes. I think I could do this.

Maybe.

Just for a little while.

There's this weirdness surrounding grimalkins that no one really talks about. Their culture is promiscuous, built upon showing off the luxuries they'd plundered and pillaged from all their many pilgrimages across the galaxy.

Zoraya was not immune to this tradition, and tonight was no different. She sat across from me, a golden collar adorned her neck like a prized goose. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. There was something that intimidated me about the girl. Maybe it was how much taller she stood than other malkies, their short little statures was more amusing to me than anything, one could say I felt "right at home" Or maybe it was the fact that every so often, her eyes would meet mine and her lips would curve up into a small grin. Maybe it was the fact that I couldn't stop the redness that flushed my cheeks when she caught me smiling back.

Fuck.