Post by Allana on Apr 2, 2008 17:06:03 GMT -8
(This is a follow on to "A strange scent")
Racing along, the great panther, all sleek muscle and sinew seemed to barely touch the ground. When it did, massive paws graced with dark curving claws, churned and tossed small explosions of snow and ice. He hurtled on at a breakneck speed, right then left, always right on the heels of its prey. It was elusive, and fast, a fitting challenge. So focused was he, the ground behind him simply ceased to exist from his reality, there was only the snowy expanse of frozen earth ahead, and his prey.
Ahead the cotton tail veered suddenly right, and the cat lunged after another eruption of snow and ice launched into the nothingness around him. Always it had been just out of reach. But here he had anticipated the move. Suddenly he was on top of his prey, front paws out, claws extended he grappled for the hind quarters of his white furred opponent. The fiend was unable to resist, long back legs kicking futilely in the snow.
Elation and ecstasy rushed through the panther as it felt the squirming warm form beneath it. He finally held the rabbit lord pinned beneath him. Payment and vengeance for his minion's malicious trespass into his territory, and their mocking disappearance. Relishing the moment, he bit down hard on the throat of the giant rabbit, and it kicked once... twice... three times more before going still. It tasted soft, not warm, it was dry, there was no taste of blood, instead it was absorbing every bit of moisture in his mouth. Something was wrong!
Max started awake with shock. In horror he looked down to see the form of the Jevin doll, a huge tear across its throat. He wanted to howl, those horrible rabbits had tricked him! His tongue thrashed out in vain, white fluff clinging to it, sapping moisture from him, and it refused to let go. Limply... the doll dropped onto the floor, stuffing spilling out through the tear. He looked on horrified, helplessly, ears lying back against his head. Nuzzling the fluff he tried to push it back into the plush fabric, but only more seemed to puff out of the doll.
He stared at it, disbelieving still. Those rabbits, those horrible rabbits had done this, tricked him into destroying his favorite of things. He nuzzled it again, but the stuffing did not return. It lay there in tatters.
Gingerly he picked up the doll in his mouth, a plan forming. There was one within the halls who might be able to save his doll. With a frantic rush Max burst out of the room, taking the hall in long strides, for once not bothering to merge himself with the shadows and uncaring of those who saw him. This was an emergency.
When he finally stopped the door ahead smelled faintly of cookie crumbs, varnish, leather and many other foreign scents. He knew this room to be the hallowed home of the creator. Hoping against hope he lifted a paw scratching franticly at the the door of the one called Jhaelle. Putting on his most helpless, kitten in need face, he lowered the tattered doll gingerly to the ground and prepared himself to do his best negotiating yet. This had to work! He had to save his dolly!
Racing along, the great panther, all sleek muscle and sinew seemed to barely touch the ground. When it did, massive paws graced with dark curving claws, churned and tossed small explosions of snow and ice. He hurtled on at a breakneck speed, right then left, always right on the heels of its prey. It was elusive, and fast, a fitting challenge. So focused was he, the ground behind him simply ceased to exist from his reality, there was only the snowy expanse of frozen earth ahead, and his prey.
Ahead the cotton tail veered suddenly right, and the cat lunged after another eruption of snow and ice launched into the nothingness around him. Always it had been just out of reach. But here he had anticipated the move. Suddenly he was on top of his prey, front paws out, claws extended he grappled for the hind quarters of his white furred opponent. The fiend was unable to resist, long back legs kicking futilely in the snow.
Elation and ecstasy rushed through the panther as it felt the squirming warm form beneath it. He finally held the rabbit lord pinned beneath him. Payment and vengeance for his minion's malicious trespass into his territory, and their mocking disappearance. Relishing the moment, he bit down hard on the throat of the giant rabbit, and it kicked once... twice... three times more before going still. It tasted soft, not warm, it was dry, there was no taste of blood, instead it was absorbing every bit of moisture in his mouth. Something was wrong!
Max started awake with shock. In horror he looked down to see the form of the Jevin doll, a huge tear across its throat. He wanted to howl, those horrible rabbits had tricked him! His tongue thrashed out in vain, white fluff clinging to it, sapping moisture from him, and it refused to let go. Limply... the doll dropped onto the floor, stuffing spilling out through the tear. He looked on horrified, helplessly, ears lying back against his head. Nuzzling the fluff he tried to push it back into the plush fabric, but only more seemed to puff out of the doll.
He stared at it, disbelieving still. Those rabbits, those horrible rabbits had done this, tricked him into destroying his favorite of things. He nuzzled it again, but the stuffing did not return. It lay there in tatters.
Gingerly he picked up the doll in his mouth, a plan forming. There was one within the halls who might be able to save his doll. With a frantic rush Max burst out of the room, taking the hall in long strides, for once not bothering to merge himself with the shadows and uncaring of those who saw him. This was an emergency.
When he finally stopped the door ahead smelled faintly of cookie crumbs, varnish, leather and many other foreign scents. He knew this room to be the hallowed home of the creator. Hoping against hope he lifted a paw scratching franticly at the the door of the one called Jhaelle. Putting on his most helpless, kitten in need face, he lowered the tattered doll gingerly to the ground and prepared himself to do his best negotiating yet. This had to work! He had to save his dolly!
I like how you personified the panther's thoughts and actions, so he seems to act like a young child at times))
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