Blackbeak Bluff brinelick

10 pts to gryffindor 4 dat gif tho

shardul fairly existed for the slow burn of fear to enter the gaze of those beasts unlucky enough to lay eyes upon his approaching form -- this creature was no different. the stretch and pull of her body away from him glutted his gut with the familiar roil of anticipation -- his stare seeded itself through with a dark and mirthless humour. presently the ponderous tread of the puma grew truculent -- he wearied of their prancing game, and so sped his steps toward her.

a run was something into which he would not break -- not yet. not until he had closed sufficient space between them. lithe though his heavy body denied, shardul knew that his thick muscles would not facilitate an extended run, the likes of which the skinny jackal was sure to lead him upon should he give chase.

instead, the silver cat swung into a broad trot upon paws poised to pivot depending on which direction the wolf took -- he would back the frightened predator against the cliffs if he was able, and maul her there until the breakers had reddened with her blood. an emptiness filled the cat's yellow eyes -- he fixed them upon his quailing quarry with a thirsted directness and pursued at this more rapid pace.