so sing me a song and string me along
07-27-2013, 04:04 PM
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Drip.....
Drip.....
Drip....
Somewhere out there, the groudwater was trailing down the spire of stone to ripple the pools in the darkness.
Silver brows, plumed with stray whiskers curled above grey-green eyes. "Well now," cooed the siren into the solace. "This is more like it." It was what any hill cat would've loved to find - a treasure hidden away in the mountains. From the outside, it appeared to be no more than a narrow scar in the rock face - the hollow of some crag, perhaps a crevice weathered by time. But it was no simple cranny. This was the mother of all caves!
What had started out as simple clay tunnels studded here and there with grey stone, now opened up into an underground palace! Silverback's cat eyes enabled her to see everything to near perfection - stalagtites hang down like chandeliers from the cieling, stalamites rose up from the ground like furnititure, and some of them, some of them joined together to form columns that helped support the massive roof high above. It was marvelous. Their were pools scattered across the cave floor, some quite wide but all very shallow. This was a masterpeice of nature, and at once Silverback felt the desire to claim it as her own... but she wasn't out here in search of a home, was she?
She was in search of another leopard, and here there were no scents of one. Oh well. At least there was the granduer of her surroundings to console her. But there was something else too. The scent, not of cat, but of canine. Silverback smirked to herself and awaited the entrance of the stranger.
07-27-2013, 06:51 PM
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And the owner of the canine scent did come. Bearing a question. It was a rather rude question, and one that Silverback had found herself becoming rather bored of, but it was refreshing to hear another creature with manners enough to realize as much. Silverback was on the verge of purring out an answer, but the second part of the stranger's speech hit her tufted ears.
"-never seen anyone like you."
Was that always the way it was going to be? For a heartbeat, Silverback had to swallow down a lump of bitter disappointment. Another creature who knew nothing of the existence of other leopards. Wonderful.
Such a strange mixture of amusement and indignation and pride and curiosity smoldered away in those grey-green eyes. For, don't you know? That is what makes a cat's eyes so unreadable; not that there is no emotion peeping through, but that there is too much and too many. And of course, unlike wolves, cats are very good at keeping eye contact when they wish. The cat that looked at a king and all that. And Silverback did wish to keep eye contact. This newcomer had purple eyes! Something she'd never seen. And in the grey halflight of the cave, the mutt stood out quiet perfectly - all white and fluffy, while Silverback, dappled and mixed as she was, could fade into the shadows at a moment's notice. But she didn't of course. She wanted the wolf to look into her eyes. Wanted to answer the question that had been put before her.
"Darling," she said with a hint of a rumble that could've been a chuckle, a growl or a purr. "I am a panthera uncia. A Snow Leopard, of the high mountain ranges.- Yes you can stare if you like, I'm real enough, and I seem to be one of a kind, now."