Shadow Mountain premonition.

set on feb 10th. Our first death roll will be on feb 20th!
Anyone who is interested in joining the Children of Felidae are welcome to jump in! Or someone can try to snatch their food hehe (@Kintsugi you are welcome to join if she is close enough!)

Running, running. Claws out. Pouncing. Teeth. Blood.

A misfortunate goat dangled from the jaws of the beast. It flailed, it convulsed, and finally it died. You'd think she'd tear into its flesh right away, but she was still. After a moment of staring down into its still open eyes, she dropped it at her paws.

This prey was not hers. It was mearly fuel for her real prey. @Omerus. @Ruvik. @Augustus. She awaited their arrival. And when they approached, when they crouched over their food, she would watch them from the sidelines.

little bit of pp. lmk if you guys want me to change anything

Come now you two. She is close. They had followed the creature's trail through winding valleys and up steep mountains. Her scent was strong in this place of darkness. There must have been something here that interested her, and so Augustus was interested as well.

Aha! There she was! She held a meal beneath one mighty paw. The Savior provides, he chirped, beaming at the sight. How gracious of her to provide them food in such hard times.

When the trio approached, she backed away to give them some room. Augustus watched her, still smiling, before brining his attention back to the goat. He dipped his head and began to tear into it.

he licked his lips as the smell of blood nearly intoxicated him into a drunken state. drooling with eagerness, he hung like a shadow just behind augustus. as the man moved forward to eat, hesitantly, so did he. 

he waits for augustus to dig in, before taking careful steps forward. leaning oak head down and tearing apart the beast with an unrivaled hunger, the blood staining his muzzle.

Ruvik followed obediently behind Augustus like a well trained dog, docile and silent. He trusted the man with his life, oblivious to the terrible acts he has committed and the twisted darkness the lurked beneath his gentle blue gaze. Paradise. That was where he was leading them to, and not for one moment did Ruvik take him for a liar or con. For he had been kind to them all so far, and the monstrous cougar had provided for them just as readily.

And there she was now; beautiful and monstrous and awe-inspiring all at once. Their nurturer. Their protector. Their Savior. At her beastly paws lay a goat, slain. A sacrifice. A gift for her children. The Savior gives.

Both Omerus and Ruvik waited until Augustus had taken the first bite before they too moved forward to feast. As the other remaining follower did so with feverous desire, Ruvik nervously glanced back up at The Savior, who had withdrew and now watched them from the shadows. He was still, jaws slightly parted and watching with a thousand yard stare, captivated by her gleaming, golden, all-knowing gaze. Though the longer he peered, the more that gaze seemed to shift. It turned from mild interest to something more predatory, eager. Hungry. His heart began to thrum in a panic; soon it would be his time. Soon his awful screams would join the chorus of the many others before him as they were devoured by the fearsome being. Soon he would be the offering. The Savior takes.

Ensnared by her gaze, it was only the sudden loud crack of a bone that threw him from his stupor. Ruvik started, blinking, before glancing down at the goat with a wondrous look. Right. They would need their strength for their journey. Placing a hesitant paw on the hindquarters of their meal, the boy too eventually joined the feast.