the anthem of success

*Silverback* · 08-07-2013, 09:19 PM

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The cat turned her head a little more, watching as the stranger at least began to obey. Rather than stay put or back off, he took a took a few steps forward. Closer, but not close enough. He halted again, and Silverback observed something like disbelief and fear clouding those pale blue eyes of his. Well she wouldn't attack him. Not yet. He hadn't exactly tried to resist her whim. He couldn't help it if he was paralyzed with fear. It gave the girl such a lovely rush, such a sense of pride. Hers was not the vanity that depended on the opinions and affections of others. Far from it. And yet, she did love it when other creatures responded appropriately to her presence.

The leopard had turned her head around enough to bring her chin to her shoulder. She was facing him with both eyes. Some say a cat's eyes are unreadable because they are emotionless. But what do they know? they are not cats! Cat's eyes are so puzzling because there is too many emotions all at once. The souls that these eyes are the windows to are too complex. There's too much to read. All at once Silverback's pools swam with bitterness, with humor, with pleasure, with pride, with aggression and, as per usual, with curiosity.

"Are you real?" she heard the male ask.

That brought a silken smile to her maw. With a flick of her tail, she raised her form from the water's edge. She didn't stand straight up like dogs do, but rather curved herself to the sky, first her hindquarters, and then the bend of her spine, her shoulders, and at least her beautiful beast's head that crowned it all. Her eyes rolled in his direction til they fixed upon those blue daisies with the gravity that only felines can muster. "Oh I'm sure you say that to all the girls, don't you?" She trapsed one foreleg across the other, turning to face the black male, and even to come within a yard's distance. She walked silently enough to be a vision. Perhaps the ghost of some long lost beast. Or the embodiment of the north and the mountains taken mortal form. And it was like enough that he had never seen anything like her. In her mind, that explained his words. But it was another blow, after creature who knew nothing of her kind. For all she knew she was the last.

... the very last.

Silverback slid one more step forward, moving with a dreamlike slowness that though, easy enough to back away from, had a haunting ability to capture the observer. Much like the swaying of another predator - the cobra. The she-cat was large for her species, about the male's height when she stretched herself up in lovely fashion. The fear that perfumed around him was quite attractive. For all that she had been raised to dislike wolves, they could look so adorable when they were scared. Being a hunter, weakness meant a call to death, but Silverback took her time. She was in such an extreme of mind that she could see herself either planting a lick upon the male's muzzle - or suddenly flinging herself forward with a caterwhaul that would only be smothered by his throat and blood. "If I am a spirit," she murmuredm "I am one who can breathe." Unless the male had been bold enough to take a step back, her silent exhales would no doubt have found their way to his fur. Bringing an assurance of reality with their warmth.

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