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07-17-2012, 05:15 AM
She spotted him, and came closer. Her eyes were unlike anything he had ever seen in an animal of prey - she had the eyes of a hawk, of a predator bird, but that wasn't what captivated him. It was the wild-eyed, near-mad look in them, the macabre gleam of curiosity, how they flashed when they landed upon him... how they flashed when she advanced, slinking closer as if not to startle him yet so eager to get near. He bristled at the brazen approach, both wings falling slightly open. The gesture was subconscious. Still, he didn't move, he held his ground, large paws planted on the carpet of dead leaves. His moon-cast shadow fell across his prey, the half-eaten doe. Her split belly still steamed somewhat in the night. Nonsense slipped out of her strangely sculpted maw, meant to be soothing but it just sent a shiver down his spine - a shiver of the bad sort. Belial was a predator. He refused to back down. Instead, he simply ignored her spoken words, and took a single step towards her, hoping that she did not have an accomplice hidden in the trees, ready to steal the remains of his meal the moment he stepped past it. The wind told him the dead doe was the only witness to this strange encounter, and she glared at them with eyes that were glazed over with death. The feline gave a humorless smile, and licked his lips in a slightly taunting manner. The hooks in his tongue caught the blood and gore, drawing it into his mouth. It looked as if somehow had tried to give her sharp teeth too, but made them out of soft lips instead of calcified matter. Was that something she wished for? Fangs? Belial's head tilted - only a yard or so separated them now, his forepaws cushioned by the carpet of leaves while one hind paw remained upon the downed doe. The claws were out, pricking her skin, but her heart had since long stopped pumping and no blood trickled out. It was merely a claim. The doe was his dinner. Without speaking he kept watching her, and the beautiful, mad flash in her eyes - and her jagged lips, wanting a glimpse of teeth beneath. He wasn't entirely sure what she was anymore, horse or forest-spirit? A lost child of Earth's darker side? Perhaps that explained her dull hide. The only thing that seemed truly vibrant about her was her eyes, and they had absolutely no right to suck him in the way they did. |
