Firefly Glen [PHE] Violent Femmes

it was hard remaining steady. sobeille noted the arch in her adversary's spine -- the bladed ridges of every tuft of fur. it was a savory picture to her, this hulking form of menace -- she saved the image of cygnet's bristling silhouette to her mind's eye.

she liked this excitement -- the tension. it kept her heart racing and her skin alive.

suddenly, cygnet turned. sobeille froze, recovering with a deft pirouette her own shortly after. she twitched her tail in catlike anticipation, now padding in the opposite direction as the two circled each other like carrion-birds waiting for the offal to spill.