Maea
And I only needed one more touch
Another taste of devouring rush
Another taste of devouring rush
And quicker still she had to become, because no matter how pleasant it was to push her opponent into defending himself, it meant nothing if she couldn't take advantage of the opening.
So Maea didn't pause to answer to the compliment. Instead she shifted, and the form that rolled in behind Hadama and leaped up to crash into his shoulders with dangerous talons and staggering bulk was a Molten Tiger, white as moonlight and hot as Apopo itself.
She did keep the paws soft, as best she could. And even though the maw snapped for his neck, she was not about to seriously maim this man who had been kind enough to listen and take her seriously. Despite what simmering bloodlust would have her do on a bad day, Maea was no man-eater.
So Maea didn't pause to answer to the compliment. Instead she shifted, and the form that rolled in behind Hadama and leaped up to crash into his shoulders with dangerous talons and staggering bulk was a Molten Tiger, white as moonlight and hot as Apopo itself.
She did keep the paws soft, as best she could. And even though the maw snapped for his neck, she was not about to seriously maim this man who had been kind enough to listen and take her seriously. Despite what simmering bloodlust would have her do on a bad day, Maea was no man-eater.
But the room was so quiet
Whose side am I on?
Whose side am I on?
