Her attention settled back onto him, something brighter flashing across her cross expression as she raised her head and puffed her scaled chest. He forced himself not to jolt, reminding himself that she'd made no move yet to lunge and forcing his pinned ears open to listen. She introduced herself again, though this time boasting of her heritage and her mother's apparent title as empress. Daughter of an empress, so she was royalty, then? From his glimpses it seemed that a majority of packs here were wolf populated, so perhaps she too was from somewhere far away.
Could he ask about that? Maybe that would mend the conversation. Her introduction gave him far more questions than answers, but his throat clenched painfully as he swallowed, a bit too rattled to ask. He looked towards the new fins stretching from her neck and trailing down her spine, tilting his head slightly as similar fins warped and changed along her powerful tail. It was unnerving how easily she could manage it--changing her very form as if it were nothing! Beneath his anxieties he felt a familiar sting of jealousy, but he flinched and shook the idea from his head. He...didn't want to think about that. Not now, at least.
Despite everything, she still claimed to be a cat. Again she uttered that strange word: dragon. The little cat felt like he was missing something important, but flinched at her last comment with a small amount of guilt flashing across his gaze.
"Ah--nrgh...you, um, are not repulsive!" he stuttered out. "You are just. Frightening."
Was...that any better? Delta was being honest, at least. He didn't flinch and hiss because she was ugly, the thought hadn't even crossed his mind! She was just terrifying. Things could be pretty and scary at the same time--like sea anemones! Or large sea birds! He cast a glance at the wings sprouting from her sides; they certainly didn't look like that of birds'. Perhaps he should abandon that comparison, he still had no idea what a dragon was.
"Ah, I do not...sorry--what is a drah-gon?"
Could he ask about that? Maybe that would mend the conversation. Her introduction gave him far more questions than answers, but his throat clenched painfully as he swallowed, a bit too rattled to ask. He looked towards the new fins stretching from her neck and trailing down her spine, tilting his head slightly as similar fins warped and changed along her powerful tail. It was unnerving how easily she could manage it--changing her very form as if it were nothing! Beneath his anxieties he felt a familiar sting of jealousy, but he flinched and shook the idea from his head. He...didn't want to think about that. Not now, at least.
Despite everything, she still claimed to be a cat. Again she uttered that strange word: dragon. The little cat felt like he was missing something important, but flinched at her last comment with a small amount of guilt flashing across his gaze.
"Ah--nrgh...you, um, are not repulsive!" he stuttered out. "You are just. Frightening."
Was...that any better? Delta was being honest, at least. He didn't flinch and hiss because she was ugly, the thought hadn't even crossed his mind! She was just terrifying. Things could be pretty and scary at the same time--like sea anemones! Or large sea birds! He cast a glance at the wings sprouting from her sides; they certainly didn't look like that of birds'. Perhaps he should abandon that comparison, he still had no idea what a dragon was.
"Ah, I do not...sorry--what is a drah-gon?"