of sinners and saints
08-03-2013, 04:13 PM
~*~ The surprised words of the fae down below couldn't help but play upon the leopard's funny bone. Canines. They probably didn't even realize what sad little ants they were. The she-cat let out a lovely, trilling chuckle. It was over almost before it began, but it was a rare enough thing to be heard even for a heartbeat. "Oh I'm sure this seems odd to you and yours, but it's most natural to me and mine." Indeed, she couldn't be more comfortable, but, just because she tended to have a flair for the dramatic, the she-leopard began a slow and dare-devil decent. One paw after another, down she came, finding footfalls where none seemed to exist. All the while her striped tail was held up like a flagpole, hugging the sheer side of the stone and acting as balance to the shapely forelegs and sturdy haunches. Ten or so feet down there leveled off a little ledge of rock. It was still well above the moutanian pass and the head of the wolf, but it made talking a tad easier. And a tad less likely to cause a rockslide. "Better?" Silverback inquired. She didn't want the dear old dog worrying about her safety, now did she? She eased herself down into a crouch that any housecat could preform - haunches squatting on either side of the gathered body, fore paws tucked in under the warm fur til all that showed were little speckled muffins. Around all this was wrapped the tail - more lovely than persian silk scarf; and it was even long enough to curl up at the end and drop over top her right shoulder. As the morning sun pushed away the clouds of the night, it also warmed this beautiful silver gem that had seated itself on the mountain side. The cat took obvious pleasure in the rare show of warmth, and only when she was good and ready did she look down again at the she-wolf. "Tell us, gorgeous, do you have a name? Or shall I just keep calling you sunshine?" It seemed to fit her well enough, what with those glowing yellow eyes. The rest of the face was a little less cheery. Did she know how absolutely nightmareish she looked? Poor thing. |