silver lillies on a iron pool
08-13-2013, 02:56 PM
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The cat slipped through the darkness, unafraid. Here and there were were cracks in the cieling made by ground water and roots. They let in a pitiful amount of light, but it was enough for feline eyes. Silver?s pupils grew round and black, til the grey-green was just a thin ring on the outside, going from snake to shark as she adjusted to the black. In places were the breaks in the cave roof made vision possible ? it seemed as though great spotlights had been shone down on the walls. There were pictures here? Strange, colorful mud splatters that resembled things in the outside world. Deer. Elk. Bears. Wolves. And strange stick like creatures that walked on two legs. Perhaps it was some hidden planning room of the gods themselves, but it was then they could not be shamed by the intrusion of so lovely a creature upon their work. Silver paws trasped over scared ground, as Silverback brought herself closer to one design after the other. She was aware that she was no longer alone, but she did not dane to look over her shoulder or make any sign of alarm. Here in the underbelly of the earth, her?s was the advantage, but she would not press it unless forced to.
08-13-2013, 03:00 PM
Quote:Argent was not na?ve by any chance, but she also was not the sort of woman who had experienced it all in her relatively short life time. Thus, when she found herself looking upon the leopard, she did not quite know what the fuck she was looking at. She stared rudely for a few minutes before she tilted her head, deciding it was time to boldly announce her question. ?What the fuck are you?? she asked, uncertain but certainly not fearful of the strange feline in front of her. She was more than confident in her ability to defend herself, even if that meant turning tail and running like hell.
08-13-2013, 03:14 PM
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The stranger?s question, or rather it?s tone, brought the hairs at the base of the leopard?s tail to prickle in irritation like raised hackles. Despite her love of the mysterious and dramatic, she had begun to hate it when other creatures had no idea what she was. It just added another pair of eyes to the list that had never seen another big cat. Not a great way to begin a meeting. The leopard took her time in the answering, lowering her head, arching her neck, and shooting a one eyed stare over her dappled shoulder. "Such language," she purred, not having to raise her voice much in the confines of the caves. She draped one fore paw over another, the beginnings of a slow, sultry turn about, accentuated by a tail with swept out in curves about her. Despite the obvious elegance and grace, there was a danger lurking beneath the surface, and a deathly growl behind the purr that tipped her words like venom. Idiotic butt-sniffers, of course they would be foul and dull-witted enough to speak such. For the hundreth time in as many days, she thanked her lucky stars she was not of canine blood.