Firestone Hot Springs mirror melts

Foul, disfigured creature. Did she believe she was fit here? Welcome? His hair stood on end, crossing over every stitch of thought in his mind and imbedding it to the fabric. So, she found herself here, in his lands, with what hair of guardianship? He saw none. None at all.

With a prowl, he came in from the right of her flank from the stones. What threat did he have? The leopards tail lashed and flicked, twitching at its end with flared hairs. He wanted to lock eyes with the creature. Closer and closer was his stalk; a bullet waiting on the trigger. He gave no answer to its speech. What was she? What was this scent? What was that face and nose? The draw for a closer look pulled him towards her with no means of stop.