Sovereign's Regal Procession

Sovereign's pattern wasn't just markings; it was a story. Each alien-head and keyhole shape along his back felt like a hieroglyph. When he moved, it was never in haste. Handling him was a meditation. He would begin at a wrist, investigate a sleeve, loop around a neck with gentle pressure, and eventually come to rest in a warm, tangled knot in a lap. He had a particular interest in hair, often gently investigating braids or curls with his tongue. His feeding response was a study in power: a silent strike, followed by the most patient constriction, even for a pre-killed rat. The air feels lighter now, missing the deliberate, heavy grace of his movement.