through the looking glass
08-13-2013, 03:37 PM
~*~ Silverback waited as the minutes ticked by. She saw the dog finish her swim and then dry off in the summer sunlight. It was as thought it were taunting, but she was used to that sort of game with all her prey. Eventually it paid off though. That head of the wolf's twitched and turned, zeroing in on the prey. After that it was a given. The kill was tasted and even sooner than expected, the brown mutt was falling off, collapsing to lie prone on the ground. It was Silverback's cue. Within five minutes time the cat had scaled back down the peak and was making an entrance to the scene of the pool below. She padded over on silent paws, halting with a twitching tail beside the pair of bodies. She went to the uneaten one and looked it over with critical eyes. It occured to her that even if she didn't feel like the wolf was worthy enough, she'd just caught herself a second meal. Wonderful. How long had it been since she'd tasted dog? It was better than deer by far, much more thick and filling. Not that she made a habit of it thought, it all just depended upon the queen's fickle moods. She looked over the wet brown coat, and with a massive paw, pushed the creature onto it's back. It was still breathing - the lighter chest rose and fell steadily enough. She looked at it, wondering how delectable it would be to dig into a creature while it was still alive and yet unable to give struggle. That same silver paw traced over the she-wolf's rib cage - just above the heart would be. What a sublime temptation. Unconsciously, wicked curved claws slide forth forth. What had been an adorable fuzzy teddy paw was now a five bladed weapon, perfect for shredding. But she held herself back. Amazing how the raw desire for company could outweigh even the hunter's instincts. A minute later, the silver cat could be seen dragging the wet bundle of brown fur along with her. She was able to take the narrow, winding trails for some of the way. They were practically highways for her, but she wouldn't tire herself out with bounding forward. This was a farther climb that usual for her, and she was not ashamed that she had to take a couple breathers. She couldn't risk getting sloppy with her footwork - the harder bit was to come with the rest of the climb - when she split off from the paths and walked sideways across the sheer climb, seeming to float on air, bearing her bundle like a sopping kitten. This next part was not going to be fun. She felt the spray from the falls hit her fur and winced, pressing herself closer and closer to the wall she went first beside the gushing pillar of water... and then behind. Hidden from all peeping eyes, was the treasure of a cave that she had been lucky enough to find. It was small and cottage sized, with a roof that went straight back and in for a half a dozen yards and then turned to wall once again. The place was littered with lichens and moss and even bundles of beautiful green fern. A stray trickle of water came down the front of the cave, dropping like steady rain. That and the falls beyond, gave a water source to the shelter. It was perfect. A lovely hideaway and Silverback appreciated it even if the dwelling's occupant would not. The cat deposited her burden halfway and in and then sat back to await the wearing off of the drugs. It had been nearly twenty minutes or so since the ingestion and if it didn't wear off in another half hour, Silverback would have to resort to face smacking. ... or just eating. |