it is both a blessing and a curse, to feel everything so very deeply
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. We can't use that one now, the baker points out, But this one is still good. If you can catch it!
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.
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. We can't use that one now, the baker points out, But this one is still good. If you can catch it!
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.
