Ray
Have you ever heard a shadow?
A whisper at night?
A whisper at night?
Ray was stalking through the forest, enjoying a day in her shift. Sometimes it was nice to shed her human form and give in to the panther. The Attuned had been stalking a deer, claws digging into the earth, ready to pounce. But then a flash of talons and feathers, and her prey was stolen.
Frustration and annoyance tore a snarl from the panther. Her stance turned from stalking to an aggressive crouch, hackles raised and fangs bared. Feline eyes locked on the eagle she leapt closer, front paws landing just a foot from the deer. Another growl slipped from her. The panther's fur was bristled, anger painting ever feature.
Frustration and annoyance tore a snarl from the panther. Her stance turned from stalking to an aggressive crouch, hackles raised and fangs bared. Feline eyes locked on the eagle she leapt closer, front paws landing just a foot from the deer. Another growl slipped from her. The panther's fur was bristled, anger painting ever feature.
The soft sound of paws,
In the dead of night?
In the dead of night?
