006; don't mess with the kitty - [public video]

[unweeping_willow]

[Willow's lips pull back into a vampiric snarl, face momentarily filling the screen before she pulls the camera back, and reveals her position - straddling Medusa, following their fight. For those who can tell such things, Medusa's shoulders are dislocated - her legs possibly damaged as well; and most importantly of all, unconscious, not dead.

She barely seems to notice Madame Smudge, now sniffing at Medusa's head; though she's uncertain how the kitten had escaped her room. She's more fixated on keeping on the snarl, glaring into the camera.]

Nobody threatens my cat.

Comments

[video]

[unweeping_willow]

"Angua's coming," she promised.

Spam

[nakesnakecobracobra]

I'd like to go to the infirmary now, please. I feel... nauseous. [ She won't even grace Willow with a second glance, instead turning to give Merlin a pitiful look. Nausea is hard, man. ]

[video]

[demigoddess]

Good. [ And she's not sure what else to say. ]

[video]

[unweeping_willow]

Thanks. For asking.

Re: Spam

[scentbombed]

Yes, and I would appreciate it if you would continue not to. Shall we? [Her voice isn't unkind, but it is brisk, professional; she nods to Merlin again and gently tugs Willow along, trying not to inhale too deeply. The vampire smell is starting to make her claws itch.]

Spam

[unweeping_willow]

[She walks; she doesn't need much pushing. She does hold her head high, though; scent be danged.]