All the stories in this collection will be inspired various contests around LJ. This one was written for dokuga_contest's Weekly Perfection #45, Green.
To those that knew him, green was the color of death.
It radiated from ivory claws in a deadly fog, and leaped upon prey with its master's swiftness. It raced through the body and tightened the throat with sickeningly sweet scents. It bled the nose and watered the eyes, claiming territory in every pore and every vein until it conquered the enemy. It weakened the knees and fell opponents with the slightest exposure. It never failed to kill, but it was never merciless. Numbness always trailed in its wake, and even where it brought forth blood, it left no pain.
