people piss you off, some you say you love
Feline eyes followed the vampire gourd as it stalked through the fields, rolling about after it's prey. It had no idea that it was hers, that she sought to sink her claws into its sinuous insides and rip out it's seeds. They'd be good to roast, and it'd be one less pest on the leafchange horizon. Her shoulder blades jutted sharply up with each step, she was a beast that oozed poise, ferocity, and focus.
Hidden beneath the tall grass, Aisha watched as a man grew near, one she knew at that. She could warn him that the gourd had placed itself so cleverly before him, waiting for him to come near so it could strike. But instead she watched with curiosity from her crouched position, tail flicking below the line of sight as she waited to see how he'd respond. Because yes, it might be a little funny; how juvenile of her.
And it was, watching it chomp at his arm and him so surprised. He handled it well himself, though something behind him caught her eye. There was another, slowly rolling his way, seeking to take him out from the back. Her pink salmon tongue moved over razor sharp teeth as she purred to herself, preparing to pounce.
Just as the creature made ready to leap at Anden, Aisha shot from her hiding spot, tearing forward a few quick bounds before leaping and tackling the gourd to the ground. He claws struck through the beast, and she sunk her teeth into the course orange flesh around it's stem. It would never not be strange feeling her prey fall still between her teeth and tasting pumpkin juice instead of blood.
The leopard swung her golden spotted head towards the man, the stringy seedy carnage of her kill displayed on her maw.
Hidden beneath the tall grass, Aisha watched as a man grew near, one she knew at that. She could warn him that the gourd had placed itself so cleverly before him, waiting for him to come near so it could strike. But instead she watched with curiosity from her crouched position, tail flicking below the line of sight as she waited to see how he'd respond. Because yes, it might be a little funny; how juvenile of her.
And it was, watching it chomp at his arm and him so surprised. He handled it well himself, though something behind him caught her eye. There was another, slowly rolling his way, seeking to take him out from the back. Her pink salmon tongue moved over razor sharp teeth as she purred to herself, preparing to pounce.
Just as the creature made ready to leap at Anden, Aisha shot from her hiding spot, tearing forward a few quick bounds before leaping and tackling the gourd to the ground. He claws struck through the beast, and she sunk her teeth into the course orange flesh around it's stem. It would never not be strange feeling her prey fall still between her teeth and tasting pumpkin juice instead of blood.
The leopard swung her golden spotted head towards the man, the stringy seedy carnage of her kill displayed on her maw.
AISHA
