Obsidian earned himself a wide, toothy grin that still managed to imply the fangs she wasn’t wearing. Cinnabar dismissed the chair he offered her with a swing of her hips as she rounded the table, approaching, but not taking it with an air that said clearly; Not that easy, Hot shot. He’d called this party and he was the one wearing the crown, but it wouldn’t do to inflate his ego further.
It was the hiss that caught her attention, the strange, inhuman tone of it calling up an answering rumble in her brain and a cramping hunger in her belly. Her pupils didn’t narrow to slits, but they did dilate and the general turned to slam a hand down on the table, leaning onto it with an aggressive sort of push as she turned her gaze on.. a woman she hadn’t met. No way to tell what rank she was, but even if they matched, Cinnabar was confident in her older, taller, broader form…
Seeing both cats puff up in alarm and one make for the door gave her enough of an insight into what was going on and she smiled at the younger officer, an edge of the feral in it.
“What’s your name and rank? This is a meet and greet isn’t it?” She said, a little surprised there wasn’t a growl under her voice. Right, glamour. “I hope you’re giving our furry friends a proper, respectful greeting… after all, they’re very important members of the Negaverse. Invaluable and irreplaceable even.”
She angled a look down at the puffy ball with the cheese on his mouth, taking her hand off her hip to offer it to him.
“General Cinnabar. Could you do me a favor and block my signature? I’m getting tired of wearing this and I promise I know the proper way to give ear scratches.” She said, in a far lighter tone.
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