11-01-2015, 07:42 PM
“Play?” she asks, the hardness on her face melting with the curiosity that replaced it. “I like to play!” her voice is enthusiastic as she thinks about all the times she had played in the Chamber. Her father had taught her how to play by jumping through the portals; then he had taught her how to play by sinking her teeth into those who weren’t expecting it. Her favorite had been when he had finally taught her to kill.
She liked watching the life bleed from their eyes.
So his suggestion of the play had been timely, and well placed. Her shadowy ears perked forward, her yellow eyes gleaming, as she opens up a portal in front of her, jumping through it uninhibited to the other side. She was still cautious that he may rip the shadows from her, but she felt confident enough to try it—at least for now. They could always deal with the consequences later if he chose to be cruel.
“Let’s play, Rho-nan,” she said as she jumped toward one of his shadow creatures, the motions fluid and surprisingly graceful. If one looked close enough, they may be able to see feline influences in the way that she moved—a product of being trained by a father who preferred to hunt as a panther over a stallion. She had studied the way that he moved and found that she liked the fluidity to it. She may not be able to match the easy way that Atrox was able to move through the mountains, but she could imitate fairly well.
Glancing up at him, her smile was wicked and mischievous, but her attention was short-lived before she saw a small creature race through the underbrush. Acting more on instinct than conscious thought, she leapt through a portal and then was silently on top of the small hare before he ever noticed her. She grabbed it by the neck and snapped its small body once and then twice. Pleased with herself, she trotted over to Rhonan, dropping the limp body at his feet. Looking expectantly at him and then the hare, she made it clear that she was giving him a gift.
She nudged it once with her foot before she waited some more.
She liked watching the life bleed from their eyes.
So his suggestion of the play had been timely, and well placed. Her shadowy ears perked forward, her yellow eyes gleaming, as she opens up a portal in front of her, jumping through it uninhibited to the other side. She was still cautious that he may rip the shadows from her, but she felt confident enough to try it—at least for now. They could always deal with the consequences later if he chose to be cruel.
“Let’s play, Rho-nan,” she said as she jumped toward one of his shadow creatures, the motions fluid and surprisingly graceful. If one looked close enough, they may be able to see feline influences in the way that she moved—a product of being trained by a father who preferred to hunt as a panther over a stallion. She had studied the way that he moved and found that she liked the fluidity to it. She may not be able to match the easy way that Atrox was able to move through the mountains, but she could imitate fairly well.
Glancing up at him, her smile was wicked and mischievous, but her attention was short-lived before she saw a small creature race through the underbrush. Acting more on instinct than conscious thought, she leapt through a portal and then was silently on top of the small hare before he ever noticed her. She grabbed it by the neck and snapped its small body once and then twice. Pleased with herself, she trotted over to Rhonan, dropping the limp body at his feet. Looking expectantly at him and then the hare, she made it clear that she was giving him a gift.
She nudged it once with her foot before she waited some more.