11-12-2018, 03:33 PM
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maybe, in different eyes, this would be poetic. maybe someone might see the way her fur seemed to glow when the light hit it just right, the way some romantic beauty lingered in pale eyes. they’d see something broken and harmed but still standing, still holding herself together, despite the tears when it all came crushing down. or perhaps someone else might see the predator, the animal, the way her teeth glistened as air past through them and she tasted the air with the same tongue that had tasted flesh and blood. they’d see the three silver rings going through eah ear, the cold calculation hidden within her.
but, every time billie looked at her reflection, she saw nothing of poetic beauty or danger. she simply saw... billie. the panthress saw dark fur that never quite had the silken gleam other had, she saw tired eyes, she saw teeth and claws that went underused, things she never quite desired to use. she was a hunter, a predator in a world full of prey, but her instincts much preferred the thrill of a good nights rest to a hunt. perhaps that was why her mother always thought she was pathetic, a predator with little predatory instinct.
so billie, who only saw billie, turned her eyes away from her reflection and stared ahead, tasting the border she stood on, waiting for someone to approach, and see whatever they saw of her.
[ i hate intros but here’s one anyway ]
maybe, in different eyes, this would be poetic. maybe someone might see the way her fur seemed to glow when the light hit it just right, the way some romantic beauty lingered in pale eyes. they’d see something broken and harmed but still standing, still holding herself together, despite the tears when it all came crushing down. or perhaps someone else might see the predator, the animal, the way her teeth glistened as air past through them and she tasted the air with the same tongue that had tasted flesh and blood. they’d see the three silver rings going through eah ear, the cold calculation hidden within her.
but, every time billie looked at her reflection, she saw nothing of poetic beauty or danger. she simply saw... billie. the panthress saw dark fur that never quite had the silken gleam other had, she saw tired eyes, she saw teeth and claws that went underused, things she never quite desired to use. she was a hunter, a predator in a world full of prey, but her instincts much preferred the thrill of a good nights rest to a hunt. perhaps that was why her mother always thought she was pathetic, a predator with little predatory instinct.
so billie, who only saw billie, turned her eyes away from her reflection and stared ahead, tasting the border she stood on, waiting for someone to approach, and see whatever they saw of her.
[ i hate intros but here’s one anyway ]