Anonymous whispered,
I could never, to believe such fables and child's stories I would be a fool. For such a wondrous creature as you, beauty, to commit such a crime.. Impossible is the deed. Come and let me show you such love, such passion and fire I'm such is burning in your heart, that need, like a fire burning in the belly of a flame spitting beast. Curiosity won't kill, one musn't trust the tale of a tabby's death for its wonderment for something. No lovely, I would never hurt thee, just satiate your curiosity.
You flatter me, my sweet. I am but a beast, you say beauty yet all they willing spot is my scales. We are not so different you and I, simply two sides of a dollar coin. Look, our “paws” suit one another. Fitted and warm. Resembling our intimacy, the hold is the first rise of the intimacy. I-I, we, keep it at pace. I have yet learned the true rituals of the pink bellied creatures, though my curiosity is at action.
Take me as your sin, and end in a virtue.
