Solanis
05-03-2018, 02:17 AM
You might already have seen one.
Pavo Cats are prevalent amid the mists of the west, and even as you speak, paranoid for good reason (the Rift is no delusion), a young mother of four treads a path in your direction. Breathtaking to behold, her devoted mate watches from above, though perhaps you have not noticed the fierce glare in his eye, for his ostentatious array of slimmed tail-feathers, blend all too well with the giant foliage between you.
Four kittens follow, leaping and tumbling despite the vocal reprimand of their hungry dam. It has been raining for the full eight weeks of their lives and they are bored with the drear. One strays left, lured by the delicious flavour of avian flesh. Another pounces right, capturing the twitching black tail of number three, and the last dawdles more wearily, dragging behind him a leg with broken bones.
They are heedless as they travel, comfortable among the list of apex predators that call Solanis home. Though the low drone of voices stirs reaction from their ears, they continue without pause or consideration. The mother’s stride quickens as the stench of fear ignites her senses and as she comes upon the alien duo, an inaudible, brooding purr resounds inside.
Razor teeth strike out a silent warning, well received by her kin. Four kittens vanish into the vibrant ferns, and the mother waits, watching. They are far too large to hunt, and she knows this well.
Pavo Cats are prevalent amid the mists of the west, and even as you speak, paranoid for good reason (the Rift is no delusion), a young mother of four treads a path in your direction. Breathtaking to behold, her devoted mate watches from above, though perhaps you have not noticed the fierce glare in his eye, for his ostentatious array of slimmed tail-feathers, blend all too well with the giant foliage between you.
Four kittens follow, leaping and tumbling despite the vocal reprimand of their hungry dam. It has been raining for the full eight weeks of their lives and they are bored with the drear. One strays left, lured by the delicious flavour of avian flesh. Another pounces right, capturing the twitching black tail of number three, and the last dawdles more wearily, dragging behind him a leg with broken bones.
They are heedless as they travel, comfortable among the list of apex predators that call Solanis home. Though the low drone of voices stirs reaction from their ears, they continue without pause or consideration. The mother’s stride quickens as the stench of fear ignites her senses and as she comes upon the alien duo, an inaudible, brooding purr resounds inside.
Razor teeth strike out a silent warning, well received by her kin. Four kittens vanish into the vibrant ferns, and the mother waits, watching. They are far too large to hunt, and she knows this well.
the Rift
what lies beneath
what lies beneath
