Cosmos
Though Pangea is where she calls home, and she hesitates to leave there in Yidhra’s absence, Cosmos finds comfort in other lands. The forest serves as a cool reprise, so many trees offering cleaner oxygen than Pangea ever could. So, she wanders, delicate steps purposeful and light. Her head is high and breathe calm: a constant level-headedness she is proud to possess.
A breeze is sweet and cool against her nape when she turns to study the horizon glinting too bright between the trees. It is a hot summer day, the only reprise the delicious smell of growing foliage. She drops her maw to the fuzzy brush of low hanging leaves, huffing at their tickling touch. For a few moments, she only plays with the plant, bringing her lips over its soft surface over and over again. When the forest goes silent, and all but the sensation of the leaf fades, Cosmos strikes: wrapping her teeth around her lunch with a satisfying tug.
Ironically, she is hunted as she hunts. Santana pounces just as she does, pressing sharp dragon’s claws just enough to warn her. Teeth wrap around her neck when Cos rears her head, first fear taking hold then acceptance.
Nature in its most fierce form.
She expects that to be her last thought as teeth tear her neck from her shoulders; instead, the predator relaxes, offers her smooth words. The pegasus grins and stretches her wings, playfully flapping them in an attempt to remove her attacker. One lavender eye twinkles mystically when she turns to get a good look, previous grin drooping into a half smile.
“Don’t you know one doesn’t think of beasts when they do not fear death?” even in snark her voice is gentle, pleasing. “Do you mind getting off, handsome? A predator is a terrible weight to bear.” How easily the flirtation floats from her lips, though her tone stays as unassuming as before.
A breeze is sweet and cool against her nape when she turns to study the horizon glinting too bright between the trees. It is a hot summer day, the only reprise the delicious smell of growing foliage. She drops her maw to the fuzzy brush of low hanging leaves, huffing at their tickling touch. For a few moments, she only plays with the plant, bringing her lips over its soft surface over and over again. When the forest goes silent, and all but the sensation of the leaf fades, Cosmos strikes: wrapping her teeth around her lunch with a satisfying tug.
Ironically, she is hunted as she hunts. Santana pounces just as she does, pressing sharp dragon’s claws just enough to warn her. Teeth wrap around her neck when Cos rears her head, first fear taking hold then acceptance.
Nature in its most fierce form.
She expects that to be her last thought as teeth tear her neck from her shoulders; instead, the predator relaxes, offers her smooth words. The pegasus grins and stretches her wings, playfully flapping them in an attempt to remove her attacker. One lavender eye twinkles mystically when she turns to get a good look, previous grin drooping into a half smile.
“Don’t you know one doesn’t think of beasts when they do not fear death?” even in snark her voice is gentle, pleasing. “Do you mind getting off, handsome? A predator is a terrible weight to bear.” How easily the flirtation floats from her lips, though her tone stays as unassuming as before.
devil in the details
@[Santana]