AISHA
she grabbed a razor for me
and she did it, just like that
and she did it, just like that
Aisha waited in the brush, watching, leering, coiling to strike but holding position. This was not her hunt this time, she was but a tactician, it was the hellhound's turn to let loose. He came into view, standing out against a vibrant brush as an obsidian beast, tall and brutal. The bird saw him at the same time the cat did, just a little too late. Flames billowed up from his paws, roaring and bright even against the vivid jungle scene.
The bird let loose a shriek, Aisha's ears flicking back and down, a growl rumbling in her chest as it swept up into the air. A hint of the flame singed at it's wings as it rose, the fire following and dancing behind it. In the chaos a small feather from it's tail molted and fell to the earth, accompanied by two others but they burnt in the swell. Once the blaze subsided, the bird had disappeared into the canopy, and they were only left with one deep purple feather.
Aisha curved and crept through the thorns and reeds out to the bank where the hellhound waited, purring brightly, You should just do that all the time, if we were hunting we could've had overcooked chicken, she teased, briefly nudging his shoulder affectionately before settling over the purple feather. She pawed at it, dragging it nearer with an unsheathed claw and giving it a sniff. Do you want to check it first or can I pick it up? another taunt, though she did want a second opinion. Would be a shitty way to go.
The bird let loose a shriek, Aisha's ears flicking back and down, a growl rumbling in her chest as it swept up into the air. A hint of the flame singed at it's wings as it rose, the fire following and dancing behind it. In the chaos a small feather from it's tail molted and fell to the earth, accompanied by two others but they burnt in the swell. Once the blaze subsided, the bird had disappeared into the canopy, and they were only left with one deep purple feather.
Aisha curved and crept through the thorns and reeds out to the bank where the hellhound waited, purring brightly, You should just do that all the time, if we were hunting we could've had overcooked chicken, she teased, briefly nudging his shoulder affectionately before settling over the purple feather. She pawed at it, dragging it nearer with an unsheathed claw and giving it a sniff. Do you want to check it first or can I pick it up? another taunt, though she did want a second opinion. Would be a shitty way to go.
when she want something
she don't wanna pay for it
she don't wanna pay for it
