MELITA
Her brow arched at his insinuation of cats lying, her chin going upwards in defense of said animals – maybe she felt like they were kindred spirits, though she wasn’t angry, the pretense of fanning the flames for fun lingered there, in the way her eyes narrowed ever so slightly in mock affront, then a low gasp to signify further. “Who says they aren’t dependable? What if I ever get a cat shift then, hm?” Though, she was fairly certain she’d be able to drive both Iskra and Goose into a frenzy at such a notion, so, the thought pressed further into her chaotic little mind as they traveled, brain already concocting a scheme about tripping people down stairs.His accusation made her preen, but then hide and tuck it away again. “Ammm I?” but then he tried to sneak his out of her eyesight too, and then she postured a very un-ladylike snort. “I think you’re the one going down.” The sole reason to win had been a choice of food; but now it seemed to contain much more (honor or glory or spite or something like that), to the point where she began to scurry wildly ahead, laughter on the wind, hoping to spot what she’d intended all along.
The shadowfangs were there, amidst the mottled foreground, all Stygian and neat. She allowed for a moment of innate fondness of wild, untamed creatures and all their ruinous potential, before she began watching the canines like a hawk, hoping one of them was sizing up the toddlers along the crowd.
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
