by Wildmagic_warrior » Sun Mar 06, 2011 5:07 pm
Milo laughed when Mayia did, glad she wasn't about to drop dead or anything. Sunspot came into the room by way of the window, trotting up the wall and across the ceiling. "Sunspot," growled Milo at his cursed companion, "Stop showing off and get down here." The ocelot grumbled and dropped, twisting in the air to land on all fours on Mayia's bed. He made an elegant bow to Mayia, and Milo introduced them. "Mayia, this is Sunspot, my ocelot familiar, so on and so forth. Sunspot, Mayia."
I'm Wildmagic_warrior,
but you can call me Wild.
Pronouns: he / him



I have a bachelor's degree in Russian Studies. I also love stage management and theater tech! English is my first language, but I also speak Russian and sign ASL.