For Ayegali
Catherine was walking lazily in her Optime form, as usually, deeping at the tribe's territory for the first time. She was capting everything she could. Every sound, every smell, every color, everything. Even the sound of her old, faded jeans rubbing at the leaves and branches of the bushes. Seymour was floating above her and the trees. Everything seemed so calm, so silent, so... hollow. For a second, she thought she was following a woild mouse's smell and it was gone. The sounds, the smells, them all were just gone. It only lasted to her the trees, since she could still see then. She reached to one to see if it was really there, and her hand pads touched the rough, hard and warm tree. Yes, they were real... at least. Looking up, she didn't see the shape of Seymour above her head. A loud whisper ecoed in the forest, breaking that heavy, dry silence. A distant harsh answered her, so she relaxed. He was still there, wherever he was.
A hiss broke the silent suddenly, scaring her. Her ears were nearly drumming with the silent, but that weird hiss waked up her ears. It was a weird hiss: it was a smooth, velvet sound. It was good to hear, really good. All her tension with the fright flushed away at that sound. It came from behind her, but it sounded again, now in her right side. Another one, now in from of her. It sounded three more times, always coming from a blueberry-filled plant. She tried to look closer and, from a small hole in the leaves and she didn't see anything, except from darkness.
Catherine...
She jumped backward, falling down sitted. It was a smooth, velvet, hissed sound... like that hisses. Her arms trembled, scared, though that voice was music in her ears. She jsut kept sitted there waiting whateverwould happen.