Sugar plums and faerie dust

Crimson eyes strained to see any sign of motion, each steady breath heavier with the stench of fear as time passed. What boggled her mind though.. was why would a feline be afraid of wolf? They were a superior species. Massive, and poweful with dagger like claws when extracted could slice through flesh like a knife to butter.. And by the scent of it.. the feline wouldn't appear to be wounded. And for a breif moment, she could have almost swore she heard the frantic pitter patter of its heart. Or maybe it was hers, coursing with pure adrenline. A rush that begged her to sprint forward. To show this creature just what he or she was dealing with.

The words she spoke, appeared to fall upon deaf ears- judging by the silence she received in return. Which would only fuel her anger. Defiance, something that could end someone up in a rather tragic situation depending on who they dealt with.. A she was overly exhausted and in no mood to play a game of cat and mouse.

And then it happened. Lengthy blades shifted in an unnatural manner compared to the rest. Lips peeled back, and a snarl vibrated up her larynx, causing her barreled chest to rattle in annoyance.   And then, like a rabbit struck  with fear the young pup emerged. A child. Ravenous snarl errupted as back paws dug into the soft earth, pivoting her body forward, front legs outstretched so that she could early connect with his chest and pumble him backwards. Oh how soft he felt beneath her torn bads. And how.. delicious he smelled. She would use all her weight and press it forward to keep him from being able to wiggle away. Face lowered, and Jaws dripped with saliva, allowing the moisten substance to drip on the adorable little vermins face. Taking note of the fear that shone in his icy blue gaze. Taking note of the one strange golden blotch, but quickly disregarding it. Now allowing the tip of her snout to touch his tiny nose. Another snarl rumbled, eyes narrowing , the warmth of her breath carressing his little fluffy cheek.

A wicked snear ran along her delicate feminine features. Venomous words continued to roll from her tongue, taunting the young boy with no remorse.

OOC-Powerplay approved by Pidge. ^.^