[ vasilka isn't going to move. she sits, tail sweeping along the ground, as she looks at him. even licks her lips like a hungry vampire would, but unlike the countless versions of dracula out there, she doesn't leap forth and take hold of his neck. ]
[ she does consider his bony ankle, but vasilka would prefer to claim for resting her paws against a shoulder. there's something about height that makes her feel so regal — besides, a part of her doesn't quite like being on the ground. a princess through and through, she wishes for a pillow to perch on and cat biscuits to be fed like grapes to her. ]
[ sitting outside, she remains there, gaze on him, opening and closing her mouth. he may remember this from the cat in hogwarts, watching him in the shadows with only two golden eyes visible in the dark. she had even perched herself right on his paper to stare at him. ]
[ then, unexpectedly, she darts back in to grab something small from his room. ]
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[ she does consider his bony ankle, but vasilka would prefer to claim for resting her paws against a shoulder. there's something about height that makes her feel so regal — besides, a part of her doesn't quite like being on the ground. a princess through and through, she wishes for a pillow to perch on and cat biscuits to be fed like grapes to her. ]
[ sitting outside, she remains there, gaze on him, opening and closing her mouth. he may remember this from the cat in hogwarts, watching him in the shadows with only two golden eyes visible in the dark. she had even perched herself right on his paper to stare at him. ]
[ then, unexpectedly, she darts back in to grab something small from his room. ]