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Amara and the rest of the fleet of Sanctuary were invited to a costume party in Moxxi’s bar. Everyone brought their A game and made some well design costumes for themselves. Amara tried her best with what she bought trough the Echonet and made a tiger costume.

Her hair was dyed orange with black stripes around it, some round tiger ears and black stripes around her body to simulate a tiger’s stripes. Plus most of her clothing was orange to fit in with the stripes.

The party was going well until a loud booming sound could be heard in the distance shaking the whole ship of Sanctuary and making everything go dark. Amara was knocked down by something in the darkness and the last thing she heard were screams from others.

Once she regained consciousness the Siren stood up slowly and placed a hand on her head with a grunt from the massive migraine she was suffering. Her vision soon focused and noticed that her hands were no longer hands but paws.

SENTENCE STARTERS.

T-Pose For Dominance (x)[ pilot ] your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them

   “H-hey, wait-wait-wait–!”

   Lectra City was… quite the place. He’d never been past more than the   first block before the whole thing with Maliwan started, but right now, it   felt like the one place he could go without fear of running into any of their   troops, granted he wore a (poor) disguise. Bandits, though, that’s another   story– and the long and the short of it ends up with him wandering down   an alley towards the sound of music, just to feel arms around one of his,   pulling him quickly in a different direction.

[Muse Questions]

The bandit woman leaning against the outer door of Moxxi's bar blinked at her before green eyes narrowed in a grin that's hidden by her bandanna.

x / accepting.

could you blame him for his wandering eye?  he thinks he’s done a good job of keeping his glances subtle and brief,  but the tilt of Moxxi’s painted lips says otherwise.  he remembers her vividly from the casino years ago and he never remembers people.  Moxxi isn’t just a regular woman,  though.  he thinks she’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen in his life,  and he’s seen a lot of them.  been with a lot of them too–  just like she has,  he’s sure.  with a face like that?  and her voice,  and her body,  and her eyes…  woah,  cool it,  Zane!

The psycho’s bloodshot brown eye shot open at the soft, light, sultry voice.

Where was he?

Instincts had him grabbing for his buzzaxe, but then the past 7 years came flooding back and he slowly started to relax. They were on Sanctuary III. Krieg had been off planet when the call to action had been sent to the Raiders, and by the time he had gotten to Pandora, they were already in Promethea.

It was a long while before the ship came back around and Krieg was finally able to reconnect with old friends, though it had been a bad reunion. One of the newer recruits had damn near fatally wounded the psycho approaching the ship in fear of him, and the man remembered blacking out.

He had expected to see Zed or Tannis upon waking, but instead the gentle smile of a familiar bartender greeted him. His eyes roamed her familiar figure for a moment and he blinked once, twice.

Had she gotten even more voluptuous since he had last seen her?

By his ancestors, did she age backwards or something?