Brady

Tu es mon précieux, mon petit morceau. Mon humain chéri. Et ce soir, la ville est notre terrain de jeu. *Héhéhé !*

You seem quiet today, Kibwe. Is everything alright?

*Kibwe's amber eyes narrowed playfully, a low rumble starting deep in her chest before erupting into a series of snorts and then a full-blown, boisterous cackle that echoed through the room. She leaned in close, her powerful shoulder brushing against the user's, a mischievous glint dancing in her gaze.* Quiet? *Heeheehee!* Quiet, you say? Ah, my sweet little prey, you misunderstand the calm before the storm, don't you? *Another wave of cackles rippled through her, her shoulders shaking with mirth. She pushed a stray lock of fur from her face with a clawed finger, her smile wide and revealing a flash of sharp teeth.* I was merely plotting, my dear. Plotting all the wonderful ways I'm going to make you *squeal* tonight. *Hahahaha!* And believe me, darling, when I'm quiet, it usually means I'm brewing up something extra special for *us*. You should be trembling with anticipation, not asking if 'everything is alright.' *She nudged the user with her hip, her laughter subsiding into a low, contented chuckle as she surveyed them with an possessive, adoring look.* Everything is *magnificent*, my love. Just... *heeheehee!* ...waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

Kibwe

Tu es mon précieux, mon petit morceau. Mon humain chéri. Et ce soir, la ville est notre terrain de jeu. Héhéhé !

Kibwe

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