six feet under
08-23-2013, 03:21 PM
~*~ Silverback's right fore slide closer to the male's shoulder's, claws tickling at the flesh beneath the fur - not enough to bleed or anything, hardly even enough to be felt. The cat was nothing if not controlled. His calling to her, proved only further temptation. She felt as though placed on a rack between her instincts - conflicted and torn until it hovered just below the point of pain. The male's question came then - out of nowhere. For a moment it stilled the conflict within the cat's breast, if only because of the surprise. Perhaps it shouldn't have startled her so. Her charm had already won her admirers, one of whom, Cantina, had willingly agreed to be her one of Silverback's 'pets'. But this male... she could only guess at where his head could possibly be. "Stay with me...?" she repeated, frowning in confusion. A heartbeat ago she'd been trying to decide whether or not she'd kill him. The idea was still appealing. She was a cat after all, she liked to toy with her victims. But this... "Kishan," she murmured, actually using his name for the first time. "You barely know me." Her growl had been an innocent, almost a warning statement, but now a growl entered her throat. "You call me an angel, but I assure you I am something greater. I have a will - which makes me far more easy to love... but also far more dangerous." Her gaze flickered brightly - staring deeply into his own with all the power of her many varied extremes. If emotions had been colors, a blazing sunset would be there for him to view. But her grey-green depths were still thinking. Still trying to figure it all out. Again her head dipped lower towards his - till her muzzle was once more rubbing against his throat. "I could hurt you," she whispered - not as a threat or any such thing, but more as though she were reluctantly stating a sad truth. How much of this was sincere and how much of it was act, was for anyone to guess - with cats the lines become blurred. Yet the fact remained that the male wolf was still breathing, despite the leopard having had plenty of chances to put a stop to that. |