❝𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇. 𝐈’𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐎𝐖!❞ 【#MarvelRP | #MVRP】 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄. 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾. ↻ & ♡ ?

Her elongated claws drip with the blood of a would-be rapist. 〝 I heard screaming helps with the pain. 〞 She taunts, stepping over the torn limb bloodily freshly discarded behind her and her prey.

〝 Cats come in ( this ) size all the time. 〞

A large panther peacefully sleeps on the reader’s pillow, it’s enormous body taking up most of the bed.

The large feline’s body was already posed to pounce. Once the other was in range, she tried to leap only for her body to shift human at the last second. Confusion contorts her visage as she braces for impact.

〝 Your jokes are going to get someone seriously mauled. 〞 Pantha grumbles, already annoyed at the future dumbass she’ll maim due to Lou’s lies.

〝 Bored..but I guess saving the lives of mortals is it’s own reward. 〞

❝𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬!❞ 【#MarvelRP | #MVRP】 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄. 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾. ♡ & ↻ ?

〝 One of the worst. 〞

〝 Huh? V, you know I don’t like being your joke’s punchline.〞

Hopefully not her, lest the royal craves a lesson in humility.

He wouldn’t be the only one. When working her civilan cover as a cage dancer, Pantha’s always a crowd favorite.

〝 Is there /really/ any other way for our kind? 〞

〝 Any word of foul play on our side of things? I’m due for some exercise. 〞

〝 I suppose. 〞 Her pupils narrow at Vampirella, almost as if a slight warning were within her gaze. 〝 If we don’t have each other’s backs, no one shall. 〞

〝 I don’t know many wild beasts who are. Being too nice gets you a matching collar and leash handle. 〞

Not immediately. Pantha arrives to the crime scene an hour after the fox’s departure, fervently sniffing about.

The heart of Hathor to be exact. It’s Africa’s second largest, colonized ruby. Pantha’s efforts yield just enough of the Fox’s distinct casting signature to provide a general departure direction. “Playing hard to get are we? No matter..”

A mighty roar erupts from the formerly sleep panther. She shakes her large head free of his poor excuse for ganga and visually locks onto his stumbling frame. “YOU’RE DEAD!” Her proclamation comes across far deeper when fully panthered out.