Fiery
red tresses, wildly splayed, framed the pale facade of her face,
illuminated by the moonlight; she gazed down, across the lush jade
valley. Her ochre eyes observing the busy world below her, while up
here in the confines of the canopy of leaves, life seemed to pause.
Then as quick as the thought had occurred; she was crouching low, and
life up on the hills was once again playing.
An almost alluring
feral purr escaped her pouting lips, emanating through the forest,
scattering birds, and animals alike.
She was gone.
Leaning in, breathing in the wondrous scent, she smiled. Instinct took over, over-taking all coherent thoughts. Eyes narrowing, lips pulled back, she pounced.
The russet figure, redder still by the spilt blood, was serene; she wiped her stained lips appreciatively. Smiling to herself she set off at an agile gallop, graceful as ever.