this won't hurt a bit
08-13-2013, 04:46 AM
~*~ The leopard stalking a hasty circle about her new catch, looking him over. He was still young, but large enough that she'd have to be careful about this. She glanced over his shoulders and back and flanks, looking for any marring scars or wounds. None, just the fawn-spots here and there among the brown fluff. He was quite a cute little thing as far as mutts go. Silverback made a low rumbling sound which could've been a purr or growl, and finally stooped over him to link her teeth about his scruff. She dragged him through the feild of flowers, leaving a clear trail of bent and broken stems. To the brink of the cliffs she went. But she didn't go straight off the edge of the precipice, no; early she'd gone plenty of exploring and even set up the cave a bit. Along the cliffs, from the top to the narrow white sand shores below, ran a thin, winding trail, never to be used by the faint of heart. But what was an adrenaline junky's climb to a wolf, was a stroll in the park to the silver siren. It made some of her job along easier. Down she came, now dragging the male between her forepaws, now having to bend her head and let him hang in space. She went carefully and never faltered - even when she left the trail. The cave she'd found, which resembled something of a tunnel or mining shaft stuck deep into the mountain, was a good ways off the beaten path, ensuring that only she could reach it without breaking a neck. Her large senstive paws, with all the claws out, came step by step over the marbled stone, until at last, flat ground was once more hers. She hefted the dog over and into the cave, and then pounced up to join it. There this would do nicely. The tunnel was a good six yards deep, with the cieling growing ever so slightly lower at the back. It had smooth, almost sandy floors and a slanted roof, along which ran an exposed vein of what looked like silver fool's gold. There were similar mineral despots peeking through in other places - and towards the back, where a little pool of ground water had collected, grew a great crop of deep, soft moss which sported little white star-flowers. An inmate couldn't ask for a better cell - if that was what the male would choose to see it as. Silverback twitched her tail tip and climbed up onto one of the little shelves of stone that dotted the tunnel. She curled up there, waiting for her new arrival to awaken. |