let my shadows prove the sunshine
She is playing with fire; and it is not so easily quelled. What Svedka spoke of was unmistakably true and as the mountain lion’s gaze turns shadowy with realization, Vastra will soon find this out too.
The lion’s purr becomes much more intense suddenly. It is forceful and not at all the persuasive and curious tone that had vibrated in his chest before. It is a warning, a reminder, but it is something he is not generous with. When she avoids his sheathed paw with a graceful leap back, that vibration in his throat turns cold and tight, a yowl of displeasure ripping through the black lines of his now snarling lips. It is a sound that will shiver the spine of any in the area, advising them to flee far from the scene that is about to unfold.
A hiss then trails out of his mouth as the sound of his screech dies, poised now before her like a cobra - his head between his shoulders, snaking to and fro as he paces before her. Rage quickly replaces any lust or attraction that had been swimming in his eyes moments ago and if the lion had any thoughts beside instinct, he would wonder if the equine within her shudders with fear beneath her own lion’s skin.
The male puma’s gaze is suspended on the greyscale of hers, black and shining and cold.
He awaits for her to make the fatal mistake that he knows she will decide to make.
Her purposeful step back is synchronized with his own movement: leaping towards her with unsheathed claws and outstretched forelegs, ready to shred and tear and show his dominance over her in whatever way was necessary.
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@[Vastra]
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