Way Down We Go

Something sounded against the slick soil and a fat rabbit was suddenly visible. The frightened creature stared at the cinnamon mistress with it sharp, noble eyes as it was unveiled from its cover when in the dark, smoky bitter blue sky, something shifted and the entirety of the rolling hills was all of a sudden bathed in a whimsical silver. The air there could be sold for millions in a polluted country, and a glimpse of the moon and of the stars that seemed to lilt in and out of existence could inspire anyone who is lost. She was bewitched by it, intoxicated on the strange yearning that it brought her; the place brought with it freedom and also melancholy.

Alas, she could not let this chance slip from her, not now at least when her stomach has made it self know therefore, within a moment, fiery orange gaze snapped back towards the herbivore and she lounged forward. Her pupils narrowed into almost feline slits as she began the chase of cat and dog. The chase with only one victor emerging upon other. Predator and prey. The predatorix was not going to let this chance pass as the three devilchops she brought into this world were growing day by day so were their stomachs and they had to be fed. There was not much she could hunt on her own, she was much more known for her cunning and agility than brute strenght however this would make a nice meal for the three hungry pups.

Moments passed and the rabbit laid within her crimson stained jaws. Panting was the mistress of the dark, turning on her heels however a strong, palpable cologne of a male hit her nostrils and she could not help but be taken aback by the familiarity of it. It was someone from her Kingdom but one she could not place a name to. Curiosity won over rationality and she began to gracefully slide across the muddy terrain of the delta, rabbit hanging, in the direction of the source. She would find out, as soon as the white and black male came into view, that there was not, in fact, that much distance between them to begin with. The babe pace lessened, confidence radiating from her body as her posture straightened to encounter the other. Feline like bodice, lithe, curvaceous came to a halt just as she dropped the rabbit to her teacup paws, seven tails away from the male. Greetings. vampiric, sultry tones erupted from succulent, crimson stained lips as she noded her regalia in a slight but cordial courtesy.