by cashew jackman » Thu Jul 17, 2014 3:33 am
Scythe
He sat down and got a small drink of water. "So Creed really is afraid of water, eh?" He wiped some blood off his face where Creed had clawed him.
Creed
He climbed up after him and sat on a branch, still in cat form. "I think," He panted. "They stopped."
“So you really are a princess.” Maverick's eyes burned both with anger and hurt. "When were you planning to tell me; before or after I got killed trying to protect you?”