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ᴀᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ ᴀɢɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.
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𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦.
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》OH GOD IT'S GETTING CLOSE TO 11 AM

I must sleep since I've been up all fucking night/morning. I'll get to replies when I wake up.
January 4, 2025 at 4:34 PM
She was only offered a gravelly purr that built in intensity within his chest as he snatched at her wrist before she could truly get a good feel, pinning it above her head with a huff.

"You're quite talkative and handsy for mere prey."

Releasing her wrist, Qirara swiftly (cont.)
January 4, 2025 at 4:30 PM
The number of cats truly does keep increasing.

Hopefully they don't turn out to be too bothersome . . .
January 4, 2025 at 3:54 PM
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December 15, 2024 at 9:34 PM
Highlighting his feline qualities for this #Caturday nonsense?

What a chore. No thanks . . .
January 4, 2025 at 3:47 PM
》Alright, replies done! Feeling pretty good, if not tired like usual.

And even though mafia au Opera doesn't have a tail, his normal variant does.

So Qirara's getting a damn tail-
January 4, 2025 at 12:05 PM
He'll never depend on anyone else for his meals, but his pride is hardly something he'll let get in the way of receiving free food.

The hunter will meet her stare with one of his own, head cocking to the side in confusion from her silence.
January 4, 2025 at 12:04 PM
Her response drew out a rather scarcely seen phenomenon from the redhead: a smile.

𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿.

The tip of his tongue playfully poked past the corner of his lips as he surveyed her body, drinking in every last detail of her positively stunning form.
January 4, 2025 at 12:01 PM
"I don't expect a Tarr to ever see me in the first place."

As if a veil had suddenly been cast over his body, Qirara's figure vanished from sight; at least, all but those glowering eyes of his had become unable to be seen.

Only a sparse few seconds had passed before he allowed (cont.)
January 4, 2025 at 11:54 AM
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𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙿 𝚄𝙿 𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺

January 4, 2025 at 8:54 AM
". . . ?"

His knowledge of other slimes was rather limited, mostly from his lack of caring to learn about others.

He wasn't stupid, however. The lilt in her voice and the way she touched him could only mean one thing, figured out after only a moment.

"Think you can keep pace with me?"
January 4, 2025 at 4:52 AM
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𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳~!

December 29, 2024 at 8:58 AM
Dusting Roostro feathers off of his body.

If only they were edible. Then he wouldn't feel like he wasted part of his meal . . .
January 4, 2025 at 4:40 AM
Qirara raised a hand of his own, a flex of his fingers bringing attention to the razor-crowned digits he made use of daily.

"I can't see your point. Why should I respect my food?

There's only two categories all others fall in for me: prey, and everything else. I don't believe in having foes."
January 4, 2025 at 4:35 AM
"So I've been told. Also . . ."

There wasn't a sound made as the hunter suddenly moved, seamlessly transitioning from laying down to straddling the woman's waist with a predatory glint in his eyes.

"Would you prefer the aggression my kind is known for?"
January 4, 2025 at 4:31 AM
Reposted by ᴀᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ ᴀɢɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ.
I am 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘.

𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 something.

⭐ Quantum Slime Gijinka
⭐ 18+/Mdni/NSFW
⭐ Adult writer
⭐FC: Hera (lore Olympus)

#slimerancherrp
January 1, 2025 at 2:20 AM
"I'm well aware."

Rolling over onto his side, his piercing gaze made it's way back to that bottle. It had piqued his interest, even if such curiosity wasn't completely apparent.

"Qirara. But call me whatever you please."
January 3, 2025 at 9:49 PM
A brow quirked up once she produced that bottle from her chest, confusion lasting only a second before it was thrown away.

"I didn't do much hunting yesterday, so there's no reason for me to be experiencing exhaustion."
January 3, 2025 at 9:35 PM
There was no missing the distinct curl of his upper lip in disgust at the sight of flexing musculature, though his expression quickly became neutral once more.

"I could never imagine being such a large target. Or even taking hits in the first place . . ."
January 3, 2025 at 9:32 PM
She's free to do what she likes. He won't stop her.

All he'll be doing is lounging about with the occasional yawn.

"Maybe I got up too early . . ."
January 3, 2025 at 9:29 PM
The hunter's stretching in a cat-like manner, rear upraised with arms outstretched.

He's feeling particularly lazy today . . .
January 3, 2025 at 9:07 PM
"Not particularly. It's light despite there being so much of it. Besides, nothing would change even if it did."

Indifferent crimson hues scanned over the larger slime before looking down at his own lithe physique.

". . . Do you not find it hard to hunt yourself with all that bulkiness?"
January 3, 2025 at 9:05 PM