12-21-2017, 12:30 AM
Iron knew his stare was paralyzing.
Predator and prey. Except he felt no thrill in looking her over. No desire to sink his teeth into her skull until he pierced her brain in the final blow that would deliver her over into death’s cold open arms. It would be so very easy to do though! The tiniest bit of temptation explodes in his gut but to her, it looks like nothing more than the clench of his jaw in a much firmer set against the impulse that seeks to incite him to the task at hand - devouring her.
Only his eyes do just that - devour her.
She echoes him, faint and faraway for all that she is right in front of him. He could bat a paw at her nose if he thought to. That is how close he’d come to her in his panther shape and her, larger though she lay there in a broken tumble of fur and bone. Those bones seemed frail enough to pick his teeth with! But he gave a small disparaging shake of his head as she pondered over her newfound plight. His eyes tracked hers to the treeline behind him, his head turning to consider the thing that made her look beyond him into the distance.
Iron could not read minds but he could read the look in her eyes and knew she thought of making a run for it. He scooted his melanistic behind over further as if to given an invitation to try it. Cat or not, he’d not stop her if she truly meant to flee him. Nor could he blame her - she laid beneath a tree, perchance to dream, and found instead a panther black as night sitting before her and talking to her like there was no difference between night and day.
“Hungry?” she trills from her spot on the earthen floor.
Iron blinks his yellow eyes at her. Like seeing her again for the first time. What a bold little thing she is! Given that she is in a state of shambles and he’d meant to care - he did, but it is hard to be caring in this shape, he supposes. Panthers are not suitable for comfort. Is a stallion any better? He can control the shift now and almost thinks to do it but it is in his nature to toy with the little bird, so he shifts only his twitching tail to one of horsehair that fans out behind his lean cat-haunches.
His mouth splits into a smile, all teeth but he can’t help that.
“Not any more, not enough meat on those bones little bird.” comes his reply.
Predator and prey. Except he felt no thrill in looking her over. No desire to sink his teeth into her skull until he pierced her brain in the final blow that would deliver her over into death’s cold open arms. It would be so very easy to do though! The tiniest bit of temptation explodes in his gut but to her, it looks like nothing more than the clench of his jaw in a much firmer set against the impulse that seeks to incite him to the task at hand - devouring her.
Only his eyes do just that - devour her.
She echoes him, faint and faraway for all that she is right in front of him. He could bat a paw at her nose if he thought to. That is how close he’d come to her in his panther shape and her, larger though she lay there in a broken tumble of fur and bone. Those bones seemed frail enough to pick his teeth with! But he gave a small disparaging shake of his head as she pondered over her newfound plight. His eyes tracked hers to the treeline behind him, his head turning to consider the thing that made her look beyond him into the distance.
Iron could not read minds but he could read the look in her eyes and knew she thought of making a run for it. He scooted his melanistic behind over further as if to given an invitation to try it. Cat or not, he’d not stop her if she truly meant to flee him. Nor could he blame her - she laid beneath a tree, perchance to dream, and found instead a panther black as night sitting before her and talking to her like there was no difference between night and day.
“Hungry?” she trills from her spot on the earthen floor.
Iron blinks his yellow eyes at her. Like seeing her again for the first time. What a bold little thing she is! Given that she is in a state of shambles and he’d meant to care - he did, but it is hard to be caring in this shape, he supposes. Panthers are not suitable for comfort. Is a stallion any better? He can control the shift now and almost thinks to do it but it is in his nature to toy with the little bird, so he shifts only his twitching tail to one of horsehair that fans out behind his lean cat-haunches.
His mouth splits into a smile, all teeth but he can’t help that.
“Not any more, not enough meat on those bones little bird.” comes his reply.
@[Brine] I love her and you! Your writing is fabulous and like I said in cbox, I never could muster up the courage to post to her before but I do so enjoy stalking her. Until now because I need Brine words lol. She is positively adorable! I'll bear with you figuring her out if you can bear with me figuring Iron out.
