Solanis
05-12-2018, 10:03 PM
There is movement in the rainy dimness where he sits. It flags like neon brights in the darkness, a glaringly triggering that predator’s pulse, provocative, a glint in the corner of his brilliantly perceptive eye. The cat pauses his fastidious bath, turning those cunning oculars only slightly to acknowledge the appearance of the insect - large, succulent, scuttling! - and his tongue tingles with intrigue.
He is motionless, a statue, though his breath quickens with excitement. Only the rapscallion twitch of the ears upon the pinnacle of his sleek, sapphire crown betray the life waiting baitedly within. It slithers nearer, and his glowing, growing pupils trace its path; the tongue wedged between rows of clenched teeth curls and clicks, anticipating.
Waiting…
The forest surrounding has become a dull blur, a whisper of insignificance against the preoccupation of his mind. Instinct summons fully his attention. The cat fails to see that the larger creatures have moved.
…and then -
Those bound down haunches uncoil with perfect slowness, meticulous measure, and his shoulders descend all the while. Every fibre of his being is forced and focused, every thread of awareness is tied to the centipede; it is unaware, innocent in its own personal endeavour and it slithers by, within inches of the hunter’s nose.
The cat pounces suddenly, swift as the wind that drives the rain and in unison, a colossal weight bears down upon the feathers of his tail. A hiss ignites from fully bared fangs and he turns to clamp a bite around the leg of his aggressor. As he swivels against the unyielding pressure, three of those glorious peacock quills tear free, and then suddenly the hold on him is relinquished.
Abandoning his own attack, the pavo cat slips away through low foliage and flees.
He is motionless, a statue, though his breath quickens with excitement. Only the rapscallion twitch of the ears upon the pinnacle of his sleek, sapphire crown betray the life waiting baitedly within. It slithers nearer, and his glowing, growing pupils trace its path; the tongue wedged between rows of clenched teeth curls and clicks, anticipating.
Waiting…
The forest surrounding has become a dull blur, a whisper of insignificance against the preoccupation of his mind. Instinct summons fully his attention. The cat fails to see that the larger creatures have moved.
…and then -
Those bound down haunches uncoil with perfect slowness, meticulous measure, and his shoulders descend all the while. Every fibre of his being is forced and focused, every thread of awareness is tied to the centipede; it is unaware, innocent in its own personal endeavour and it slithers by, within inches of the hunter’s nose.
The cat pounces suddenly, swift as the wind that drives the rain and in unison, a colossal weight bears down upon the feathers of his tail. A hiss ignites from fully bared fangs and he turns to clamp a bite around the leg of his aggressor. As he swivels against the unyielding pressure, three of those glorious peacock quills tear free, and then suddenly the hold on him is relinquished.
Abandoning his own attack, the pavo cat slips away through low foliage and flees.
the Rift
what lies beneath
what lies beneath
Congratulations! The Pavo Cat has fled, leaving behind three of its long tail feathers. Though these aren't enchanted, you are welcome to claim them and add them to the items list in your profile.
