Are you stalking my posts or something? I post and come back here and then bam, I see you posted already. :0 The speed limit here is at awesome, okay? Can you tone it down a little, hmm?
And I don't really care. Anything will do. (: thank you.
It felt nice to lie down after a long day of trotting, Bindu noted, as her paws began to fill with a warm tingle that worked its way up her ankles, legs, and finally into her chest. While her body was feverishly warm, the flush of heat was still pleasurable. Should the ghost cat be elsewhere, prowling another wolf, the teen acknowledged that she would almost feel at ease. However, the red wolf had visited her today, which made sitting still more uncomfortable. If Bindu paused, she opened her mind up to bad images- like the devil cat, and her father. Nevertheless, the young wolfess did not-could not-would not regret the time occupied with her catch of the day. The memory of that delicious, savory meal was almost enough to forget about the cat ...
but not quite.
Bindu allowed herself another fleeting glance at the creature before she turned away again; this time, she convinced herself, for good. The teen continued to mumble under her breath and squeezed her dark eyes shut for a few seconds. If she tried hard enough, the mirage would go away. Satisfied with her efforts, Bindu looked eagerly at the -hopefully- empty space where the feline had been. She dreaded the image of the black cat that remained. It gazed at her intently.
The awful thing had the prettiest eyes, despite its foulness. They were a lively emerald green. Staring into those verde depths, Bindu was reminded of the grass that framed the coastline, sparkling with the color of life. No doubt, in those waters of jade swam a nasty shark. But it was almost nice to see them. They were beautiful. This confused the deranged teen- what illusion was so detailed as this one? So perfect? The creature spoke up abruptly, catching Bindu in her (albeit perpetual) moment of minim strength. "Please, eat," it pleaded gently, its round orbs shining with sincerity. The wolfdog was almost about to scoff at the cat, at herself, for nearly believing. Her wiry head, framed with matted fur, was on the verge of twisting away. All actions against the midnight feline were immediately halted when his nose nudged Bindu's side.
A small, astonished 'woof' came out of her generally disused muzzle, accompanied by a startled twitch. She had felt it. His nose, hard like a marble, against her side, soft and thin. Bindu sprang onto her feet like a cougar; up and backwards. She had felt it. What was this thing, if not an illusion? Was this really a cat? A cat ... and a squirrel? A talking cat and a squirrel? A talking cat that was offering her the squirrel? A low growl rumbled from the teen's gaping mouth, which practically spelled out, 'the hell?!' Unable the help itself, a heavily freckled paw shot out from underneath the wolfdog and jabbed at the cat (perhaps a bit more roughly than intended). It was met with skin and fur. This was a real cat, then, wasn't it?
Bindu was still suspended in disbelief, though her own senses were screaming at her that, yes, this was a cat, and that he had a squirrel. "You's a real cat," squeaked the hybrid, still not able to believe herself. Deliberately, the dark eyes that captured the poor feline wandered down to the squirrel. It was just lying there, oozing sweet blood. Bindu didn't need any permission, just confirmation. More cautiously than before, the same paw poked at the squirrel, and found it to be solid. Beautiful, lovely, amazing solid.
The moments blurred together; jaws found the squirrel; teeth tore; blood and flesh were swallowed without chewing. Flavor exploded within Bindu's maw and throat. It was delicious, it was food. The squirrel was gone in record time. The shattered remains lay sadly on the sand, and Bindu licked the blood from her tainted muzzle. Her bandana dripped with the scrumptious juice.
She stared at the cat in silence.
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