I breathe disaster

sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man

But of course Remi wasn't aware of any of this; his own blood sang happily in his ears, heart thudding with the thrill of the chase, and his predatory instincts heightened. His roar had done more than simply startling the summoner: a deer who had been trying to pick her way through the last of the fallen apples deep in the snow sprang into a hurried rhythm at the sound of the unfamiliar predator.

The playful frivolity the big cat had shown moments before disappeared as Remi plunged himself with new found purpose forward. The deer could spring far more easily than he could through the snow, and so with a leap, the lion shifted into a hawk, continuing the chase. Darting back and forth as the deer zigged and zagged, once he was close enough, Remi descended from the skies, shifting again into his leonine skin and dropping down onto the deer's back.

Driven by instinct, Remi's teeth clamped around the doe's throat, clenching and holding her still with his large paws until she ceased her struggling. With her lifeblood trickling down his throat and melting the snow, the big cat continued his death hold of her until he was sure that she'd slipped away entirely.

sometimes love is a soft touch, or a line drawn in the sand

Coding base by Sky!