Pantha on the Hunt (for food)
Nov 19, 2014 15:04:41 GMT -6
Post by Aly on Nov 19, 2014 15:04:41 GMT -6
It seemed that the Tower still had her clearance codes, as Pantha now stood looking into the fridge with a fierce, predatory stare. Tapping her claws on the refrigerator door, she assessed her options. Option 1: cheese covered in that undying blue fungus that seemed to never leave. Option 2: Tofu. That option was not even considered as she curled her lip in disgust. What is with these people? How can they keep up good healthy bodies with this blue fuzz -which now seemed to be moving- covering everything? Rolling her eyes, she pulled out the half-full gallon of milk and shut the door. At least back at Titans South, they had food in their fridge. Granted, it was always something pretty spicy, but that was the best thing about it.
Pantha unscrewed the cap and tossed it across the counter before throwing her head back, taking giant gulps of milk. She had came here for a change of scenery, and maybe to escape the walls that seemed to be closing in back at home. Her costume was quite different now than it had been the last time she had visited this team, swapping out her old Luchador mask for a more traditional one, sporting cat ears while her own were hidden beneath voluminous red hair, but keeping with her favorite color. She just hoped that she didn't scare them now with her grown-out claws, and unveiled tail, now that she's more accepting of her feline attributes. Hiding just took too much effort, and it was fun to scare people. Speaking of which.
With a wide, fanged smile, Pantha replaced the carton back into the fridge, shutting the door gently before hopping onto the counter, and then from the counter to the fridge, and the fridge up to the rafters of the common room. With the grace of a gymnast and a forest cat, she crossed the beams back over so that she was directly above the door, waiting for the first one who happened to walk in unaware of their predator.
Pantha unscrewed the cap and tossed it across the counter before throwing her head back, taking giant gulps of milk. She had came here for a change of scenery, and maybe to escape the walls that seemed to be closing in back at home. Her costume was quite different now than it had been the last time she had visited this team, swapping out her old Luchador mask for a more traditional one, sporting cat ears while her own were hidden beneath voluminous red hair, but keeping with her favorite color. She just hoped that she didn't scare them now with her grown-out claws, and unveiled tail, now that she's more accepting of her feline attributes. Hiding just took too much effort, and it was fun to scare people. Speaking of which.
With a wide, fanged smile, Pantha replaced the carton back into the fridge, shutting the door gently before hopping onto the counter, and then from the counter to the fridge, and the fridge up to the rafters of the common room. With the grace of a gymnast and a forest cat, she crossed the beams back over so that she was directly above the door, waiting for the first one who happened to walk in unaware of their predator.