Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-28578706-20181005213213/@comment-34052734-20181005233955

Poised attentively atop a dull grey boulder situated a robust feline, himself, of course; he beared a stocky physique, twice the size of any medicore cat, and a tri-coloured pelt which was lush but coarse. Daunting mint eyes inspected the wistful surroundings——a painting of rich greens and maroons and swirls of cotton-candy blue. A composed exhale was overt, as the lone creature stood stagnant within the tranquil scenery.