She sells seashells by the sea shore // Laura pony

[atrox]

hangman hooded, softly swinging; don't close the coffin yet, I'm alive

What had started as something interesting quickly turns sour, and Atrox finds himself growing more and more bored by the moment. She grows defiant and bites back and he yawns in response, rolling his shoulders and dismissing the souls at his side. They fade slowly into the ether where he had first pulled them, leaving nothing but smoke in their wake. When they are gone, he turns his sharp yellow gaze back to the nereid in the water. “You don’t listen very well,” he drawls. “I have no interest in watching them tear you apart today, as entertaining as it would be.” He watches the water beneath her cooly.

The moment continues to stretch between them and while the tension would once perhaps spike his interest, he finds that it is a dry thing now. She offer little to whet his appetite or do anything other than just stare and he finds that it is an odd kind of stalemate. So he shrugs and begins to take a step backward.

“It is been an entertaining interlude, fish food,” he smiles, grabbing the first nickname to come to mind in the absence of an actual name. Perhaps once he would have attacked, like she was so intent on believing that he would, and perhaps he would again in the future. But today his mind is on other things and his stomach full of the morning’s hunt and he has no desire to find out what lies beneath her scales.

So he shrugs and turns, shifting back into his familiar feline form.

Glancing back over his shoulder, her gives her a slow, lazy smile.

“Until next time,” and then he bounds forward, disappearing into the shadows once more.

ATROX | THE PANTHER KING