Moonspear a marked deck

He had the lethargic mien of a jungle cat but it did not suit the long sinuous quality of his body, the feral serration of his dull coat, although there was something predatory behind the sleepiness in his eyes. An innate desire to exist against the odds, maybe. Very little focus manifested as he peered in to the dark.
Something stepped alongside his path again, the crack of the underbrush like a livid ember trying to catch. He pulls his attention to where a dark shape comes slinking forth, and he thinks it is Hydra at first. Malevolence drips from her in waves. Seething shadow manifesting limbs, a body - blue eyes looking black until the light catches them, then a brooding azure.
The boy buckles immediately. The dirt is cool against his chin and belly, crunching beneath his shoulder as he rolls to flash his soft underside, unguarded. His eyes look large where they are fashioned in their sunken sockets.
He wonders swiftly, falsely, if he has been too slow - if he has lost the queen's favor so fast.