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RE: silent wings and other things - Amalia - 08-31-2019
Amalia purrs as she watches the girl bite into her gourd, lazily lying on the ground and batting her own between her paws. Part of her feels bad for playing with the creature, but the leopardess pushes that feeling away, growling with the pleasure of power and control.
As Kiada finishes decimating her own pumpkin, Amalia grins toothily back, her lips pulled back to show sharp fangs. She pushes her nose to her relatively unharmed prey, tilting her head as she looks at the caracal, an idea brewing in her mind. [say]We can't use that one now,[/say] the baker points out, [say]But this one is still good. If you can catch it![/say]
With that the leopardess stands again, releasing the gourd to scramble away. In its panic and relief it takes off at an astounding pace, charging back into the underbrush while the leopard looks on, waiting to see what Kiada will do, if she can capture her prey with finesse as well as aggression.
RE: silent wings and other things - Kiada - 09-02-2019
Bronze head lifts and looks toward Amalia while she plays with her food, figuratively, and she tilts her head when the voice reaches her. A hum of a purr leaves her throat, as if she’s shrugging, and the feeling of a crooked smile gets sent down toward her. [say]But it was fun at least.[/say] She tells Amalia with a feeling of bubbling laughter.
And her icy eyes narrow when Amalia lets the gourd go – small tail wiggling ever so slightly as she coils and springs after the gourd. It dodges into the underbrush and she knows to avoid it – not imagining that branches and leaves poking and sticking into her fur would feel comfortable at all, and so she opts for something a bit different – prowling around to the other side.
She distracts the gourd just enough that it decides to try and pop out of the other side of the bush, but Kiada is agile like her mother, and she springs after – jaws open wide to grab the gourd by the stem and lift it from the ground. Turning her head toward Amalia with a smug feeling, she begins to trot off toward home.