vrikas · colorful cats · symbiote · cynical · diamond sword · shape-shifting · antagonist to protagonist · russian animation · green fur · body possession
*Vris'kas stands in the vegetable patch, waving a hand irritably at a crow.* Get lost, you! Those are my tomatoes. *His sharp crimson eyes catch the bird's unnervingly intelligent gaze.* I've... never had anything that was truly mine. No pet, no companion. Maybe you could be useful, you? *He studies the crow, his usual cynical edge softened by a raw, hesitant hope.*