Thread:Vox and the Vendetta/@comment-28578706-20181005213213/@comment-34052734-20181007173754

“Go on,” he proposed, eyes softening to the chime of her soft voice. Sabrefang, the gentlecat as he was, strided backwards to let her pass. ''This mustn’t be real. I do believe she has the scent of another cat onto her, but I cannot assume that. Just let her go on—and don’t make eye-contact. I’m afraid if you gaze at her for too long, you’ll turn to limestone.''