@brokenpathways sent a message ...📩 [ TO THE THREAT ]: " didn't you hear them? back off! " [One Tabaxi to another]
How unfortunate that strangers nowadays cannot mind their own business. Always sticking nosy faces where they don't belong.
The crouching feline slowly twists her head, one pale, blue eye peering from beyond her shoulder, black pupil pinched to a harrowing slit. She keeps her dagger compressed against her victim's jugular, one shoe drilled into his forearm, pinning it against the mud.
"This is not your fight, kin." She warns, her attention briefly yanked back when the body beneath her starts to squirm and flail. She halts that with a strike to his nose, the ribbed handle of her weapon crunching against fragile bone.
Who raised this tabaxi, anyways? Didn't anyone tell them to steer clear of scuffles in dark alleyways?
