all a matter of perspective
08-12-2013, 03:13 PM
~*~ Silverback watched her new play thing slowly come back to the land of the living. Look at that adorable, pathetic face, she thought to herself. She rather liked those markings he had neath his eyes, and the copper dusting to his legs and coat. They were no tiger stripes or leopard rosettes, but it was interesting to look at. A pretty bird to keep in a cage. She felt her excitement mounting as unseeing eyes opened. With that blank expression on his fact at first, she decided she could rule out the possibility of explosive attack at the moment. The male was a little shorter than her, but she was thicker and longer, and was easily the more powerful of the two even if that had not been the case. But it was better for him to not try anything. If she lost her temper, or if he proved too troublesome to be worth it, she'd have to kill him, and though it wouldn't be her first time taking the life of a canine, to choose one as a pet and then have to do it - well, she'd be lying to herself if she said it wouldn't make her terribly sad. She wasn't really worrying about that now though. She was too excited. Too elated, to have all the pieces finally coming together. To have her new guest in his home. On the outside, she made sure to remain stiff and proud as stone, but every so often a faint gleam lit her eye that spoke of something much more lively going on behind the grey-green windows. But what exactly it was, would take sages to figure out. The light of the gleam only focused and brightened as the male's eyes fell upon her. Immediately they changed to a delicious look of fear. How absolutely adorable! She could barely contain herself, she almost chuckled over him. His whispered "Oh no" drew a soft purr rumbling out from the depths of her chest. Hardly comforting however. To a wolf it just sounds like a growl, and even if he recognized it for a pleasant sound, it was possible he'd also recognize that mischievious, wicked look the cat's eyes. He looked like he was preparing for the death blow. After all what could he think but that he'd been carried off to the dragon's den to be slowly devoured? Silverback was half tempted to toy with him further, to drink in his fear scent and move slowly forward to crouch over his prone form and perhaps even set her teeth to that lovely, bobbing neck. But no, no, she wasn't that evil. Er, not today anyway. "I'm not about to eat you," she told him, almost dismissively. It was an attempt to put him out of his misery, whether he believed her or not was his own affair. She worked hard not to let too much excitement bleed into her sultry tones - no doubt that would send his fear crazed imagination to all sorts of torturous places. No, she was just laying the cards on the table. But she took her sweet time. She wanted to see his every reaction. |