First Taste
Glowing softness like a swans down.
Aquamarine pools transparent in ways unknown to only few.
Slender and agile she is.
A pelt of chalky white dripped in raven soot.
Felinic in more ways than one is this tigress.
Shielding her young from this gruesome world known.
Leading them to the depths below.
Crouched low to catch, fire in her icy eyes.
Claws gently tilling the soft India Earth as she springs.
Talon jaws around the neck, sweet crimson circling her incisors.
Letting the blood flow she drops the humanoid to the ground.
Tracing a path around her kill she calls forth her cubs, each one just as
majestic as she.
Gaining in on the human they feast.
The first taste of flesh tantalizing on their parched tongues.
A/N - Mine not yours!