Maea
And I only needed one more touch
Another taste of devouring rush
Another taste of devouring rush
She followed the flight of the crow, down, down, across the herd and over to an individual that had made the mistake of withdrawing from the others. Starting forward, the tigress set a wide, sweeping course down the hill, circling away from the pyrinas so that they would not catch her scent. Crouched low and keeping to the ground, it was a measured approach, slow and methodical with calculated intent.
Only when she found herself in the best possible spot, did she start to creep closer. And closer. Soft paws made nary a sound on the rocky ground, and while she stood out in this black and crimson landscape, the foolish sheep were too busy battling among themselves to pay attention. How long that would last was hard to say. Perhaps the crow would distract a few. Perhaps not. At least by the time Maea started to pick up speed and coiled up for the explosive assault, she had yet to be spotted.
She set off. Long, fast strides ate up the ground, and her vision narrowed to nothing but that one, single, unfortunate creature that had been chosen as a tribute. The odds were definitely not in its favor.
Only when she found herself in the best possible spot, did she start to creep closer. And closer. Soft paws made nary a sound on the rocky ground, and while she stood out in this black and crimson landscape, the foolish sheep were too busy battling among themselves to pay attention. How long that would last was hard to say. Perhaps the crow would distract a few. Perhaps not. At least by the time Maea started to pick up speed and coiled up for the explosive assault, she had yet to be spotted.
She set off. Long, fast strides ate up the ground, and her vision narrowed to nothing but that one, single, unfortunate creature that had been chosen as a tribute. The odds were definitely not in its favor.
But the room was so quiet
Whose side am I on?
Whose side am I on?
