[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; text-align:justify;]Cottonfawn himself was surprised that he was invited over again. After last times.. fiasco, the male had been extremely nervous around Wolfsbane. Freaking out over color changing towels wasn't his most favorable memory. When his phone buzzed with a text mid afternoon, Cotton quirked an eyebrow. Less than an hour later he had arrived at Bane's house, horror movies in his hand.
Okay, maybe he was a movie junkie? What was so bad about that? He just enjoyed good quality movies, that's all. The Godfather, Scarface, The Silence of the Lambs, Forrest Gump. All were extremely good, but what he really valued was his horror collection. From Korean horror to modern day terror, Cottonfawn had it all. He brought along some classics (Friday the 13th (1980), The Exorcist) as well as some new ones (The Witch, the new Poltergeist movie). He could have brought many, many more, but he realized they wouldn't be able to watch them all.
Cotton minded his own business, which was probably the main reason he didn't have many people to hang out with. The guy didn't like to gossip- it was nosy, and most definitely rude. Lucas, his old friend from a while ago, hadn't been around. Cottonfawn had more alone time now than he ever had before, so it was a relief when he and Bane were able to hang around.
They had picked the Poltergeist first, which the smaller male agreed with wholeheartedly. Popcorn and drinks ready, they started, a giddy Cotton wrapped up in a blanket. Yeah.. he was a huge movie junkie. Throughout the movie he jumped at the scares, peeked at the screen from behind his blanket, and exclaimed out loud once or twice. No matter how many times he would watch a movie, the same parts always caught him by surprise.
When the credits rolled through, the pale guest stood up, stretching. "Gotta use the restroom," Cottonfawn declared, tossing the blanket on the couch. He disappeared into the next room, but reappeared no more than ten seconds later. His dark eyes were nervous, and he was chewing on his lip in worry. A bad habit he had to break.
"Bane." He stood at the edge of the living room awkwardly, hands in the pockets of his pants, "There's a problem."
(thi s is so late im sorry + its longer than i expected oops
GENERAL INFORMATION ;;
cottonfawn — loyalist of scarclan — cisgender male — homosexual biromantic — two years old — anosmia: unable to smell — in serious need of a 'come to jesus' meeting
APPEARANCE ;;
— white serval and feline hybrid
- cottonfawn is a medium, white serval and feline hybrid. he is short, much to his annoyance (due to the feline in him). he still carries some baby fat with him, especially in his cheeks. he has a silver barbel piercing on his tongue. cotton's eyes are the color of charcoal, contrasting drastically against his pale figure.
[current]
PERSONALITY ;;
careful — considerate — humorous — gentle — gruff — beta (submissive) — sarcastic — restless — alert — intelligent — sharp — can be selfish at times
POWERS AND ABILITIES ;;
none
BATTLE TAGS ;;
medium physically — medium mentally — ask for serious injuries/captures — attack in #efefef — no powers/vulnerable to powers
HEALTH STATUS ;;
— strength: 60%
— speed: 80%
— mentally: 80%
— agility: 100%
— physical: 80%
LINKS ;;
biography | plot thread
updated may 21th