shivershade
your strength is just an accident owed to the weakness of others
Someone would come. His summons had been rather languid and insistent at the same time and there had to be curious souls in the crags wandering around. Growing bored of all the rocks, boulders, and shallow caves. In truth there wasn't much to see around here except in the pockets of waterfalls that seemed lush. The raging beauty of the water churning and battering was a fine thing indeed, if one liked that sort of thing. To be honest he rather enjoyed the noise of it in the background but now he needed something to occupy his attention besides the mere slip of a mouse that waited to be released once more. There were days he considered a pack but then he would resolutely push away such an idea as preposterous. It wasn't that at times he was not good with others (because, at times, he wasn't), but more of the fact that Shivershade could be a complete grump. It all depended on what end of the den he woke up on.
The mist from the churning water covers the scent of Dessa as she climbs up towards his hangout though the instincts within him recognize another soul around. Shade does not attempt to look for the girl, rather keeps his attention focused rather blandly upon his large paw, lifting and dropping it in a teasing manner. He was waiting for the mouse to grow enough courage to bite his pads in protest, to finally get past it's mortal fear and do something about it's predicament. Prey could be so obtuse. No wonder he was the top of the food chain.
When finally she peels herself away from the shadows his eyes flick towards her, his maw turning slowly as his lips twitch into a lascivious grin. Her own chocolate fur, mixed with a myriad of other colors and patterns, made her instantly likable if only for the fact that he had not seen many with fur such as his. He cocked his head slightly as he eyes her, taking his time to drink her in. She is small, he thinks, and yet not small. With her markings some might call her beautiful but he withheld such a statement, thinking that she was merely pretty and it really all boiled down to her attitude now didn't it? Didn't want a snipe to come crawling into his midst waiting to sting him.
Shade chuckles, a deep, hearty noise when she speaks to him, sitting pretty across the way and lifts his paw in reply. The mouse stays in the same position, shivering, knowing the game by now and thinking this another trick. "It seems rather a worthless bit of prey, don't you think, button? Hardly a swallow. Probably would kick going down. I may let it live such a miserable existence.. unless, perhaps, you'd care for a snack?" Even as he says the last bit the mouse darts forward but his paw drops down on it's tail holding it in place, wiggling frantically, once more in the throes of terror while his eyes stay unerringly on hers.
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