Bane
Death is not the greatest loss
What dies in us in life is
What dies in us in life is
The words were taunting, the tune shifting from a melodic hum to that with more sinister intent. His rounded ears flicking, listening as her voice verberated through the trees. It was difficult to pin point where exactly the woman was coming from. It almost sounded as though she was.... above? How could a woman climb so easily up into the canopy...? If that was a- the thought flashed through his mind. Something that had been so largely engraved on the hand inked paper. DO NOT UNDER-ESTIMATE. Something he clearly had been doing this entire time.
It was like they were playing a cat and mouse game... and it was ironic, because he turned into the mouse ever so quickly. He played right into her claws.
Patience.. It was all he knew. A snarky grin danced along the panther's lips as he had sank further into the abyss of the shadows, created by the canopy of trees that hung overhead. He'd entertain her. For now.
A small glint of the dagger caught his eye, but she was encased in shadows, almost as if she was one with them.
Temptation to let this little cat and mouse game go on for a little longer, he walked further into the shadow of trees. His legs coming from a light jog, to a near full out sprint. Finding himself climbing onto an adjacent tree. His thick claws sinking into the bark, finding himself on a neighboring limb. As it creaked with his weight, as if he was walking on a tight rope. His emerald eyes glimmering in the shadows, waiting for more of the song the woman teased him with.
It was like they were playing a cat and mouse game... and it was ironic, because he turned into the mouse ever so quickly. He played right into her claws.
Patience.. It was all he knew. A snarky grin danced along the panther's lips as he had sank further into the abyss of the shadows, created by the canopy of trees that hung overhead. He'd entertain her. For now.
A small glint of the dagger caught his eye, but she was encased in shadows, almost as if she was one with them.
Temptation to let this little cat and mouse game go on for a little longer, he walked further into the shadow of trees. His legs coming from a light jog, to a near full out sprint. Finding himself climbing onto an adjacent tree. His thick claws sinking into the bark, finding himself on a neighboring limb. As it creaked with his weight, as if he was walking on a tight rope. His emerald eyes glimmering in the shadows, waiting for more of the song the woman teased him with.
I am the reckoning that shadows your every breath
