My Automatic Action

He could feel her so close to him, it was odd. There was no intimacy in their movements and the woman was desperate to keep his company. Noir would oblige fo rnow, maybe he didn’t admit to fun but she was amusing. She pressed harder, survive? Was all he did hunt and stuff? Noir chuckled darkly, ”staying alive is boring?” He returned to her, having to admit the exact opposite. While he was hunting he was doing it like his life depended on it. Which it did. The adrenaline rush of the chase, the satisfaction of taking your prey’s last breath…

She denied heavily her need for anyone and her child like manerisms rose once again. Noir’s blue striped tail flashed impatiently at his hips. He’d never liked children, especially not children that refused to grow up. ”No one?” Noir questioned dangerously. If there was no one to care about her, it didn’t matter what he tried to do with her. He shifted slowly, bringing himself to his full height as he peered down at her. ”No one to miss you if… something happened?”