Maea
And I only needed one more touch
Another taste of devouring rush
Another taste of devouring rush
More horses meant more entertainment. In a graceful leap the tiger crossed the paddock fence and slipped off to the left, following the barrier like a sheep dog might. Whiffing the air at the scent of fear accumulating, she crept low, stealing forward.
One soft step at a time.
The woman did nothing. Did that mean it was alright to take a horse? Hunger gnawed within her gut. A boiling, bubbling urge to hunt and kill and feast that despite attempts had gone unsated. Something had been missing, something that made it increasingly tempting to focus on the game...
The tiger crouched low. It's white and molten tail flicked back and forth in agitation as golden eyes sought a target. Maybe the mare. Maybe the foal.
But a voice of reason murmured at the back of her mind. The part that wasn't very ancient and not all that keen on killing livestock. What was the challenge in that? Better make a friend instead. Then go hunting together.
So when the tiger did rush in, it was not with snarling teeth and bared claws. A terrible sort of restraint lay over the feline monster as it cut the foal off from the herd and began to chase it, with an angry mare hot on her heels. Tighter and tighter the chase went, horses fleeing every which way in a crazed mayhem – and suddenly the little horse found itself cornered. Forced to choose between the tiger or the woman.
One soft step at a time.
The woman did nothing. Did that mean it was alright to take a horse? Hunger gnawed within her gut. A boiling, bubbling urge to hunt and kill and feast that despite attempts had gone unsated. Something had been missing, something that made it increasingly tempting to focus on the game...
The tiger crouched low. It's white and molten tail flicked back and forth in agitation as golden eyes sought a target. Maybe the mare. Maybe the foal.
But a voice of reason murmured at the back of her mind. The part that wasn't very ancient and not all that keen on killing livestock. What was the challenge in that? Better make a friend instead. Then go hunting together.
So when the tiger did rush in, it was not with snarling teeth and bared claws. A terrible sort of restraint lay over the feline monster as it cut the foal off from the herd and began to chase it, with an angry mare hot on her heels. Tighter and tighter the chase went, horses fleeing every which way in a crazed mayhem – and suddenly the little horse found itself cornered. Forced to choose between the tiger or the woman.
But the room was so quiet
Whose side am I on?
Whose side am I on?
