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*Silverback* · 08-23-2013, 02:30 PM

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Every breath the male made called to her. His gasping as he searched for words, his whining as he called the name she'd given him. They were pleading, whining, adorable sounds. But they were also weak, prey sounds. If they were made by another creature, she would already have slit their throat and put them out of their misery. Such things were their to be hunted and used and eaten. She'd loved one wolf before - or rather, let him love her. But Bane was some special. He was a lonely, wandering soul like her. Then again.... perhaps this one was too. They could not trade as many words, but from what he had said, Silverback could deduce as much. The both of them were searching for something.

The grey leopard's claws remained at the male's side until he was down. He submitted freely to her touch. He was putting his life in the clutches of a powerful predator he had found in the underbelly of the earth. But this predator had many sides. She could be seen pouncing at butterflies through the tundra grass, and rolling around a ball of moss, totally absorbed for an hour. Or she could be found ripping the throats out of her prey and scaling impassable cliffs. She was a killer and a kitten, and different moods brought different pieces into play. Unfortunately this black male appealed to both sides.

She stared down into his golden eyes, wondering if she would rather see them sparkle or go out. She stood over him now - with a taloned forepaw on either side of his ebony form. She lowered her muzzle delicately, and licked along his trusting little head.

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