[h3][color=gray]~[/color] [color=black]Nihiri Rakkan[/color][/h3][@Riffus Maximus][hr][hr]

	[i]'Well, this is... New'[/i]

	Nihiri had found himself into quite an odd predicament, due to the pitch-black fog surrounding him, he had been unable to retain his balance mid-air, and after feeling himself collide with the Panther in the surrounding darkness he was unable to do much more than simply drop back to the ground. This alone wasn't strange, he had fallen plenty of times before and likely would again in the future, he wasn't particularly clumsy, but it happened to everyone now and again.

	What was truly perplexing was that because of some odd twist of fate, he had somehow managed to fall directly under the Panther, whom had now seated herself atop his chest. Given that she hadn't already began to maul him, he assumed it was safe to retract his claws, and he did so quickly. What few knew was that the only way he could retain his claws was to suffer through the intense agony caused by his scars, and every second his magic was activated he felt as if his arms were being sliced open by a white-hot razor, and although he had learned to focus past the pain, it was still an agonizing process. 

	As the black metal moved back into his scars, another tear fell from his eye, trailing down his face. While using his magic was painful, activating or deactivating his abilities hurt infinitely more, and if he suffered from it for more than the split second he did, he would likely faint from the pain and shock it caused.

	As the tear continued to fall, he felt the odd sandpaper-like sensation of the Panther's tongue dragging across his face, forcing himself to resist the urge to push her away. Instead he chuckled nervously, a soft blush spreading from his cheeks as the Panther purred out a compliment, to which he replied calmly, given the circumstances.

	"Well... I'm glad I made a good first Impression?"