He lands in front of her, an elegant graceful decent paired with an even more regal expression. Her body tensed at the scent of feline, her brown eyes carefully tracing the muscles through his shoulders, landing eventually at his vibrant yellow eyes filled with precision and accuracy. Her knotted stomach continued to curl and tighten.
Perhaps today was her day, our little songbird finally at the mercy of a cat. Though she was larger than a finch, and he was far more deadly than a house pet. The odds, as usual, were not in her favour, and yet she still felt at peace. Suffering deserves the merciless act of murder, yes?
“Giving up?” she echoed him, her voice still filled with a false sense of security and boldness—what used to be, and what was. Like a broken vase, she was once beautiful. Now however, a mess on the floor and only a nuisance to be cleaned and tossed.
“Hm…” Her pondering was not discrete. Brine was as her mother was. Exemplary had been too much of a bleeding heart; she wouldn’t be her mother’s daughter had she become master of hidden secrets. Her eyes looked distantly, the tree line only feet from her reach, making the run for safety almost tempting.
But then, what if our little songbird was caught? Then she would just be a loser. Not good enough. So close, yet so far.
No, it is far easier on her tainted mind to give up before trying, than try and fail.
“Hungry?” She ended up retorting, her head lifting in a false show of courage and acceptance, though our little bird had never been an actress.
B r i n e
@[Iron] I am so so excited you posted with me! I love your writing always, and I am so flattered you creep Brine (: Bear with me... I am still getting the hang of her as well!