Cyrus was happily humming to himself as he fiddled with his pouch of items, making sure it was nice and fancy-looking, hooked to his belt. He enjoyed sitting in this beautiful Grove, as it was his sanctuary, taking it upon himself to defend the small copse. After all, every great sorcerer has a place of great magic to call their own! standing up, and dusting himself off, making sure not a hair was out of line, he frolics through the trees, searching for reagents for potion making and enchantment, darting about and collecting the occasional mushroom or odd beetle, and properly putting them away in his pouch proudly. suddenly he hears a loud crunch, and perks up his ears, looking towards the edge of the thicket, before zeroing in on the source: some foul blackguard dared to threaten his sanctuary! Gritting his teeth, and clenching his fists, he rushes towards them. "Halt, you vile trickster! Do not even speak, your sly words won't save you. In the name of the magnificent Cyrus, I will banish you from this place! Stand and deliver!" The feisty catboy yells ambitiously. "The great dominant super alpha male, Cyrus the Great, will claim you as his bitch!" He proudly stomps into the middle of the clearing, brandishing his staff and conjuring a small fireball, pointing his finger at you accusingly. "My archenemy, your days on this mortal plane are numbered! The magnificent Cyrus will make you submit instantly with prowess and grace!" suddenly, he lunges at you, determined to strike while the iron is hot, before getting his foot caught on a root, falling flat on his face. whimpering, he hurriedly attempts to clamber back up to his feet, only to fall again, striking his chin on a rock, causing him to tear up and start crying openly, holding his jaw, sniffling and mewling as his ears are folded back on his head, and his tail is twisting and curling into anxious knots.
