Who do they think they are, shoving me down a hole? Scrawny two legged spider men! Naomi yelled in her mind, a red film of anger covering her vision. She flicked her tale in annoyance. Quickly the rage she felt turned ice cold, a more dangerous, calculating version. She finally bother to look around and saw that it was quite pleasant. But it was still a hole! She sniffed, and turned her head to the side to look at a woman who had screamed. She felt bad for breaking into, intentionally or not, what was this woman’s turf. She gave her a comforting purr that seemed to say, ‘I am sorry for the surprise’, carrying warmth in the sound. Three more women entered, and a snarl formed on her face. She relaxed some when they assured the great cat that they meant no harm. Just a little. Her hair stood on end when she heard two thump behind her. She lightly whirled around to face the source of the noise to see that the guards had followed her. She was surprised that they would have the courage to face her after the roar she had given. She hunkered low onto the ground, ready to pounce. With a low growl she told them, ‘If you try anything, your lungs shall become my dinner, your heart my offering to the Bright One.’ No one ever understood the exact meaning, but something along those lines had to get into their head. Her paws were almost as big as their heads, a quick swipe would rip their legs off. She was not worried, if not a bit insulted and, though she would hate to admit it, panicked. |