-Diorae-
The lioness has taken control once again. Though she had spent more time around and near Longclaw, in his absence Marigold failed to stay in control. She honestly thought she was doing better, after all, Longclaws praise, attention, love and care was what she lived for. He makes her thrive, but his absence – he has duties too after all – is her biggest downfall too.
And the pregnancy hormones don’t really help either. In the first stages of her pregnancy she hadn’t really noticed it. The golden mare’s attention had been focussed on Longclaw, and his lessons, just as his military training. It had all started once she had started showing a slight rounding of her belly, which has been the first sign of the success of Longclaw’s seed. As if knowing it had changed everything, and made Marigold overreact to all sensations.
Opposite of what she’d thought, it is now proven that Marigold is yet to gain control over the lioness. The she-cat has still very much her own will, and intentions, and the most prominent thing on her feral mind is to keep her whelp safe and sound. Where Marigold thought of Tephra as safe, a place to belong and be protected, the lioness cared very little about the equine borders. It is how she’d ended up in the forest. Far from her natural habitat, but the vegetation and dark shadows make it easier to hide. From there it is easy to sneak and strike.
As she’s crouched down sneaking forward her belly slides across the ground. Her paws are carefully placed, all to make sure to move as soundlessly as possible. Meanwhile her dark eyes never stray away from her grey prey. Her stomach growls softly, only reaching her own ears, which in return twitch. No time to worry about that now, getting food to keep her whelp growing is her first priority.
And there is no better prey than one tired and slowed by a whelp of her own. The smell of labour, the blood, has lured her in. The scent is like a shining beacon showing her the way. The lioness does not think about orphaning a child, or taking a child from its mother. All she cared for was her own, nothing else matters. And thus she launces herself forward, growling loudly as her beak opens to show two lines of sharp teeth.
A beautiful face is a mute recommendation.
@[Devin]
Words for you, hopefully it will help a little with the muse! But no rush if not! <3