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The weather was cold and Snake shivered, his pelt bristling against the wind. His paws slipped against the stone, slightly slicked from the water of the early morning dew. It was cold enough that earlier that day, the dew had probably been frost. Now it was just slippery and annoying. His tail had to flick back and forth to keep his balance. Eventually, he reached a platform and pulled to a start. He looked around, opening his mouth to scent the air until there was a faint and growing scent-image of Flicker. While he waited for the other cave-guard to join him, he sat, waiting for a bit and looking around. It was, at least, easier to think about what to do as the day started to burn off at least some of the chill. The keyword was some. That didn't mean that this was going to be a pleasant time. It felt like there were going to be hungry bellies.
That meant checking for hungry predator. They wouldn't like the cold either. He was hoping that Flicker could join him in checking on a report of a nest. The Cliff Path was slippery, but slowly drying out. Good. It was going to be easier to navigate in a bit.
"You ready?" he asked when he noticed Flicker.

Snake // Abyss Flicker // Words: 218

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Flicker of Dying Flame

While most may feel a sense of uncertainty when faced with the idea of a predator nearby, the same could not be said for the shadowed figure that strutted across the side of the mountain. Danger was thrilling, as was the praise that followed when it was successfully disposed of. Given that cave-guards were trained specifically for this sort of thing, it wasn't as though any creature may be stalking their mountains that they couldn't handle. Besides, in this particular scenario, there was more at stake than a mere potential predator.

The feminine feline that padded across the rocky terrain walked with a sense of purpose, her tail held high and every step done so with calculated finesse. Orange eyes of brimstone and fire peered ahead where a familiar figure just barely blended in with the rocky cliff behind him. For a moment, her eyes narrowed into a glare.

Snake Sunning on Rocks, Lead Caver-Guard of the Tribe. The thought made her claws unsheathe from their furry confines, scratching at the ground beneath each step. Internally, her mind couldn’t help but wonder what sort of logic was used when the tom before her was chosen for his position. From a physical aspect, no feature he possessed and no abilities he had were any greater or lesser than her own. Both of them were of stockier build with big paws and coats that could blend in. He had nothing worth noting that she didn’t. Though in her eyes they were evenly matched physically, personality wise she found him rather pathetic at times. What he lacked in emotional intimidation he also lacked in confidence, neither an issue she ever had to face. She was a polite, professional, elegant, and plenty scary when she needed to be with a hefty dose of confidence on the inside and out. Why she was not chosen was beyond her. Perhaps a lack of thought on the part of their superiors…

Though her thoughts lashed insults about the tom, on the outside she took on a different sort of air. Her chin was held high as she approached the plain brown tom, thin pointed ears flicking at the sound of his voice. Just as she padded passed him, her tail curled inwards, the end curling up to gently touch the place just between his neck and his chest. Her tail tip brushed up his neck and under his chin, her head turning and eyes peering at his own with a spark of intrigue and unhidden flirtation. “Of course~”

When her tail reached the end of its path, it swirled in a smooth motion behind her, each continuous step forward taken with an elegant stance and a sway in her curves. Where acts of flirtation and seduction were performed by others in all seriousness, hopes of having their affections returned driving them, it was all a game to her. One that, in her eyes, she was a master at playing. And should she be successful in her strategies, she was sure at least some benefits would come from this gain.

“Pray tell what predator it is we find ourselves seeking?”

And when my fantasies become my legacy
Promise me a place in your house of memories.

Words: 522 | mintedstar/fur