all a matter of perspective
08-12-2013, 02:40 PM
~*~ The cat was a hunter, she could stalk a chosen prey for days until every advantage was hers and the moment was perfect, but she was not made to dwell upon her patience today. As if in agreement with her plan, the fates were kind to her. They sent her a peace offering in the form of wolf's paw steps, falling softly and echoing laconically through the pass. Usually it was soundless, but usually there was more snow too. The click of claws was soon audible to her bent ears. Through a crack in her stone guard, her snake-like pupils got a look at a young male wolf, who's coloring was absolutely adorable. It was always a wonder to her, why the creative spirits above had given wolves so many different colors and patterns, while giving their better creations a standard pelt for all. Ah well, it was something to be worn with honor and pride. To be groomed and looked after - unlike the mudstained, messy coats of the dogs. This one wouldn't have to deal with that any more however; Once he was her's she intended to keep him in excellent condition. It came so naturally - these thoughts of toying with another's life. She was a huntress after all, death and life were her's to play with on a daily baisis. And then of course, she was a cat, a slight taste for torture sort of came with the job description. Silverback wasn't about to let her eagerness, obstruct her judgement, however. She waited perfectly stiff and perfectly silent as the wolf came striding right up into the pass. ... Right... below her. She uncurled a spotted paw ever so slightly... waiting for just the right moment. WHAM!! And there it was. The male slumped against the stone wall like a stone, pole axed by a blunt bat from the she-cat's paw. Silverback felt her fur fluff up with excitement. "Just like fishing!" she rumbled to herself, unable to contain her excitement. But the next moment, she was stretching her body downwards and closing her teeth around the black and rust tinted scruff. She seemed to be more ghost like than mortal, as she twisted about and began her ascent up the side of the mountain. She took her time, now, being careful to chose good footings and not rush herself, but all the same, she would've made a geared up climber like like a toddler. The only thing in creation that could outrun her in her element was a mountain goat - and then only sometimes. She knew she hadn't whacked the male wolf hard enough to keep him out for long - she hadn't wanted to give him brain damage or anything! So she hasted coming over the lip of the cave, dragging him the last few steps the center of his new home, and then letting him go. She stepped back to observe him, her tail curling uncontrollably in excitement. (ooc: permission given to powerplay) |
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