sad eyes, baby
08-08-2013, 03:20 PM
~*~ There was no sound. There was no scent. There was no warning. The snowleopard, in true mountain cat form had spotted her prey over two hours back and had made a painstaking circle, through pines trees, past newly thawed creekbeds, over fallen timbers, and finally up the mountainside to finally settle herself in a spot of perfect ambush. The trail had even led her through enough juniper bushes to mask her scent a little. Add that to the fact that she was downwind, and everything was ready. It was a time tested design that cats had managed to calculate for ages. The deer would have no idea what hit it. It was a single, roving doe ? so no horns to bend back and stab. It was warrier than most since it was on it?s own, but that didn?t matter. The game trail it was walking along idlly, would bring it to past the snow leopard?s rock. There was even a nice little berry bush that seemed to have planted itself there for the sole purpose of bait. But though the deer came, though the she-leopard's haunches tensed with anticipation and her jaws practically tasted the neck that was coming, it was not to be. A new scent came on the wind. Wolf. In a second it was all ruined. The doe spurted forward through the pass quick as the wind. The leopard's eyes blazed. She had only a shred of self control to last her until the white prey-stealer was in place below her - and then she pounced! Giant silver paws went straight down in a fall, catching herself on the narrowest of ledges as if by magic- but her teeth were already shooting for the scruff. Growls would be muffled by fur, and should she get her hold, the next moment, she would be raising it back up, turning and realing it back up to her perch just as she had planned to do with the deer. Such things were impossible for canines but easy for her species. Likes flies and spiders. |
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