Tit For Tat

The night rolled over bringing a threat of a storm. Light was covered by the rapidly falling night. The bright blue sky transformed into an ocean of blackness. Shimmering stars illuminated the moonless, jet black sky, as if to remind us that even in darkness there is still light. The air was still and heavy, thick clouds covered half sky. A cool breeze swept the alienated orchard, a place the egyptian temptress had never found herself before or heard about. Owls swept silently overhead. Even shadows were swallowed by the encroaching darkness. Mile-long limbs stretched forward, the frozen blanket of ivory snow crunched beneath teac cups paws; calculated, one step in front of the other while her tail stood proudly, curled on her serpentine, thin spine. Quite the scenery would have been in the warmer seasons but winter took all the beauty away with its cold grasp, leaving nothing but snow, ice and many seemingly....rotten fruits? Though the smell does not seem to indicate that, they no longer smelled sugary, that was true but they did not smell foul either. A tilt was all it took for the woman to show initiative, curiosity taking the better of her; her leisure pace coming to a halt before such fruit. Her graceful pad rose, touching and rolling the fruit beneath it.

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