Never was there ever a girl so pretty

Illusion moved through the forest with a sinister grace, her movements as fluid as the shadows that danced around her. Her golden and slate fur blended seamlessly with the dappled sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above. Her ears flicked at every subtle sound, her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings with a predatory intensity. Her mind was a cold, calculating machine, always searching for the next thrill, the next victim to dissect and understand.

A sudden rustle in the underbrush snapped her attention to a nearby thicket. Her ears perked up, and she crouched low, her muscles coiling with a readiness born of instinct and a love for a fight. She imagined it might be her brother, perhaps attempting to play one of his tiresome pranks on her. A smirk tugged at her lips at the thought of turning the tables on him.

But it was not her brother who emerged. Instead, a large buck burst through the foliage, its eyes wild and frantic, nostrils flaring as it caught her scent. The creature's antlers were formidable, sharp and deadly, glinting menacingly in the fractured light. The buck charged at Illusion with a desperate fury, its powerful legs pounding the forest floor.

Illusion's eyes widened momentarily in surprise, but her instincts quickly took over. With a swift, agile leap, she dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the buck's deadly charge. The beast skidded to a halt, its hooves kicking up dirt and leaves, and turned to face her again, its breath heavy and labored.

She could see the fear and confusion in its eyes, mingled with a desperate determination. Stupid creature, she thought, a cruel smile curling her lips. Her mind already calculating her next move, she bared her teeth, a low growl rumbling from her throat.

The buck lowered its head, preparing for another charge. Illusion's eyes glinted with amusement as she watched the animal, her body language exuding confidence. She crouched lower, her muscles tensing like a coiled spring.

As the buck lunged forward again, Illusion danced to the side, her movements a blur of motion, her fur a streak of glittering gold and blue-black. She circled the buck, her sharp eyes searching for a weakness, a way to bring the beast down. Her mind raced with cold precision, every movement exact, every step measured. Where? Why was it so aggressive? There.

The buck stumbled slightly, its right leg betraying a weakness. Illusion's eyes narrowed, focusing on that vulnerability. With a burst of speed, she lunged at the buck, her jaws closing around its injured leg. The beast let out a pained bellow, thrashing wildly in an attempt to shake her off.

Illusion held on with a grim determination, her teeth sinking deeper into the buck's flesh. She felt a twisted pleasure in the creature's pain, a dark satisfaction in its struggle. Her wicked tendencies thrived in moments like these, where control and dominance were hers to wield.

Wc; 489


"Illusion Nightwing"