Samala pricked her ears. /Why are they talking about me like that?/ she thought, but her eyes remained locked ahead of her. "If I cause you trouble I shall leave," she meowed wearily, and sighed. She was sick of people talking about her behind her back. She really was.
(short. I'm not sure what to write really XD)
Kurmii lifted her head, and yawned. The shiny metal vine was still attatched to her neck, and she snorted in discust. A two-legged stepped in, and a few others came in to watch. He was carrying some meat of some sort, and at first Kurmii gthought it was the dragon she had seen earlier. She hissed and sunk her talons into the ground, and the twolegged dropped the meat and scurried out of the room. Kurmii came a bit closer, and sniffed the food. /Nope, definatly not dragon flesh../ she thought, and pushed it aside. She was hungry, but not hungry enough to eat food from the twoleggeds.
