silver lillies on a iron pool
08-13-2013, 02:14 PM
~*~ The stranger?s question, or rather it?s tone, brought the hairs at the base of the leopard?s tail to prickle in irritation like raised hackles. Despite her love of the mysterious and dramatic, she had begun to hate it when other creatures had no idea what she was. It just added another pair of eyes to the list that had never seen another big cat. Not a great way to begin a meeting. The leopard took her time in the answering, lowering her head, arching her neck, and shooting a one eyed stare over her dappled shoulder. "Such language," she purred, not having to raise her voice much in the confines of the caves. She draped one fore paw over another, the beginnings of a slow, sultry turn about, accentuated by a tail with swept out in curves about her. Despite the obvious elegance and grace, there was a danger lurking beneath the surface, and a deathly growl behind the purr that tipped her words like venom. Idiotic butt-sniffers, of course they would be foul and dull-witted enough to speak such. For the hundreth time in as many days, she thanked her lucky stars she was not of canine blood. |
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