Sshhh... Do you hear that sound? He growls into your ear.

The male’s grey orbs watch the female. He saw her shiver and he knew that he was having the effect on her that he wanted. She was growing excited by their talk. Most that he ran into were weak and afraid, shying away from him and his flirtations, or becoming embarrassed. That was not the type of female that he wanted to associate himself with. But this female was different. She was confident like he was, and she responded to him in a way that others did not. He thought it odd that this opposite colored female was hesitant to give out her name. What had happened in her past that she didn’t want to share that small piece of information? How much could one really learn from just a simple thing as a name? Padfoot had made enemies in his past, because who hadn’t? But that did not mean that he was worried about uttering his name aloud. What colorful history was keeping the female from doing the same?

He continued to watch her curiously, not hiding the feelings that were coursing through him. As they flirted about battle it made him lust not only for her but for the adrenaline and rush that came with the taste of a good spar. Would he be out to kill her? No, she was far too intriguing to try and end her life. Would he wound her if she took the fight seriously and tried to do the same to him? Absolutely. Some would say that that was not how a brute should behave towards a female. But he hated that mindset. Padfoot didn’t understand why one gender had to be babied when they had the same ability as the other sex? It seemed that this female felt the same, not shying away from the prospect of a fight. Just one more reason to be attracted to her in his mind.

Padfoot’s audettes stood to attention when he heard her vocals once more. “Well, Padfoot, you must think you’re something special then, hm? No monsters, you say? Well, if that were true I’d say kudos to you and move on down the road. You’d be of no use to me. Hardly a challenge. You see those monsters of which you speak make you stronger, better, my dear. Everyone has skeletons in their closet. If you really had none to offer me then you’d be nothing but a pure pup.” At her recent words he laughed. There was a difference in having skeletons in ones closets and letting the monsters and demons from one’s past haunt you. Had he had bad things happen to him? Of course. Had he done bad things to others? Yes, but really who hadn’t? Was it something he was ashamed of? Not in the slightest. His motto with life was to have no regrets. If he wanted to do something, he would do it. If he wanted to talk to someone, he would. If he had issues with another being he would take care of it and move it. Letting the past get to you and consume your life was not a real way to live. It was better to live in the present because you never knew when your life would be taken away, and if it happened too soon then he hoped that he had lived his life the way he wanted to. And so far he was doing just that. His own vocals came out again. ”You misunderstand, Miss mysterious no-name. I have my share of skeletons, for who doesn’t? But I do not dwell on the past and let it consume me. I focus on living in the present to enjoy the time that I have left on this earth.”
The female’s lyrics reached his ears once more, continuing to keep his attention. “As for my closet, it’s pretty damn full. My demons and I - we’re great friends. I’d never wish to hide them. And judging solely by that handsome trophy on your face you, too, have found yourself in a bad place once or twice before… Oh you’ve got demons all right. So why do you keep them locked away? Why not let them out to play, hm? You did say you wanted to see me move…” When she made mention of his scarred face, he unconsciously licked at the old wound as he often did. Her own words continued to excite him. It sounded like she had similar thoughts of his own. To not let the negatives consume you into a depression and insanity, but to embrace it and move on. Though it sounded like she did embrace her own demons and monsters a bit more than he did. ”I find it interesting that you want me to share my demons with you, yet I still do not even know your name. Do you find me foolish enough to begin sharing my past and my stories to another when I do not even know their title?” Not knowing her name really didn’t bother him at all, but it was one more thing for him to tease her about. He could act like he was offended, when really he could care less if he knew her name or not. Knowing a name would not magically change their relationship, or lack of one.

It was then that she went down to the ground, onto her stomach. Normally he would think this a submissive move, and with her batting eyelashes and smile she was trying to make it seem that way. But from his conversations with her, he did not believe the act. She had not shown a single submissive act or move at all, and she would not just act that way suddenly. Clearly it was a trick, one that he would not fall for even if she was trying to distract him with her good looks. Her vocals came out once more, and with the words he knew he had judged her correctly, “Careful what you wish for, kid.” Padfoot was anticipating a move from her, and he saw her muscles tense up right before she sprang at him. He could tell that she was a skilled fighter and would no doubt have a back-up plan if he were to move away. What most did not do, was to take the first hit and judge their opponent. Most held back in the first attack, trying to size up their opponent before letting out the real moves, and he assumed the same of her. And so in the split second that Padfoot had to make his decision, he tensed his muscles and let her come at him.

The all too familiar feeling of pain shot through him as sharp ivories connected to his lower limb and jaws wrapped around his carpal bones. He knew that this was a sensitive area and could become damaged, but it would also heal. It was not as if he was going to allow her to chew his paw off. With a mix between a growl and a purr, he made his own move. The female had positioned herself under him by crawling on the ground, which effectively protected her most vulnerable areas. But he was not looking for a quick kill here, that would ruin all the fun. His own jaws snapped forward, trying to grasp at the side of her neck. His target was not the jugular, as it would have been if he was hunting down a meal, but there were still plenty of nerves and vessels there to cause pain and bleeding. If his teeth met their mark he would grasp firmly, pulling her off of him and then pulling himself back. If she moved away before he made connection, he would redirect his jaws to her shoulder, trying to grasp at the muscles and tendons that were used to keep her front limb upright. He did not wish to cripple the female, though he did not know her well there was something about her that he didn’t want to completely make her crippled, but that also did not mean that he would hold back. She had started this fight physically, even if he had egged her on, so he would treat her like he would any other being.


That's the sound of your death. His claws scrape against stone.
Picture and table credit to Alesana <3