Cats don't dance
Zell
07-08-2019, 11:42 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-23-2021, 07:28 PM by Torin.)
The desert was an unusual place to find such a creature, Torin had spotted the smaller red cats around before but never anything like this. Torin was standing stock still, his limbs rigid and tail raised high above his haunches, dual-toned eyes locked on the dull brown cat, it's long tail flicking in agitation. A desert was no place for a cougar. His call for back up was still echoing in the air, his patrol all but forgotten when he'd spotted the large predator wandering towards his parklands. Torin might have normally beat a strategic retreat, choosing to chase the cat away if it got to close, but with his children newly out of the den, he knew it was too much of a risk to allow the cat get any closer. So instead he stood his ground, his loud call both to summon someone to come and help him deal with the threat on their borders but also as a warning to the cat, who'd paused, flattening round ears against her skull and hissing at him. Torin was very much aware that he alone would likely not stand much chance with the cat, though she was shorter than himself she had the build of a hardened fighter, powerful muscles bunching and releasing visibly beneath her short coat as she continued her approach, though slower now. It seemed the two of them were sizing each other up, and Torin silently prayed someone would come to help him soon. The cat was clearly not about to back down and he wasn't about to let her wander right into his home. Torin shifted his weight, bending his knees slightly, and lowering his tail to align with his spine, giving him a rudder for balance. The man spread his toes, ears, and lips pulling back in tandem. Finally, he lowered his head, tucking his chin slightly to protect his vulnerable throat, and narrowed his eyes as he watched the cat. She paused for a moment, sensing his aggressive shift, then adopting her own fighting stance she took another step towards him, nearly along the scent border of the pack and Torin growled and launched himself at the cougar, hoping to slam his weight into her. All the while he continued to silently pray he wouldn't be left to face this threat by himself. WC: 390 |
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08-27-2019, 01:02 PM