Under the Cypress Trees
08-20-2013, 06:38 PM
Walk | Talk | Think So used to being the predator, so used to being around those who were equal to herself, it came as quite a shock to be face to face with the jaguar. All the comfort she had had regarding her skills, from being part of the reigning predatory group in the lands, fled before him. Now she felt like nothing but a newborn fawn. Weak. Wobbly. Easy pickings. She could imagine how swiftly everything would be over. All it would take was one leap, a quick bite, and she would be ended. It was so simple, a flawless execution set out on a platter before him. Which begged the question: why did he not advance? Instead of getting things over and done with, he only stared, eyes of a predator shining with a bit of...amusement? His indiscernible words tumbled from his inky black lips, their strange lilt and roll sounding like gibberish to her untrained ears. But the snarl that followed, the rumbling noise that started deep within him and reverberated outward at an incredibly low tone, drew an unwarranted shiver to crawl down her spine, her ears just slightly beginning to angle themselves toward their sides, a sudden expression of the fear that she felt building within. More words followed the first, still unintelligible to her. What is he saying? Her eyes shifted hurriedly from his the second she saw his powerful foreleg move, a slow gesture that made her take another quick step in retreat though he had failed to advance with it. Once again he spoke in a manner that she could understand, as if only picking what he wished her to know and reverting back to his other dialect for secrecy. This was a warning, an explanation of what would happen if she tried to get away. And it was an explanation she knew well. It was the same sort of instincts that sent her after hares and foxes when she found them from a distance, the same instinct that lived in each predator. Only this time she was the prey. Running was out of the question. It was far too dangerous, far too risky for her to even remotely shift where she stood in case that small movement might trigger the beast to charge her. But just because she had decided to stay put, it was still a far cry from being completely and wholly safe. Ignoring the phrases that she could not comprehend, Tahlia posed another question, the brow over her eyes lowering as a little challenging glint entered her eyes. "And how am I to trust that you will not attack me, even if I do not move?" Her growls had silenced, but her defensive, tense posture still remained, unable and unwilling to let her guard down just yet. |