Havoc

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She watched as he left, not a word escaped her. Silence reigned after his words, and Sileree couldn't help but feel positively buoyant. He would come back for her! And she would wait. She was good at waiting on others. It was loyalty in the highest form and that made her swell with pride. Both at herself and at Thorn. He was so strong! So noble, so kind...So perfect. Or so he seemed to her. This, children, is what Daddy calls the 'honeymoon stage'. That thing so often called young love. But hopefully, unlike all those stories, this love won't burn out. Hopefully it will remain evermore, a beacon, a candle that burns through darkness. Sighing, Sileree turned. Now it was time for some sleep, and to return to her post. But first, food. Narrowing her eyes, and her brain to focus on finding nourishment the able lioness found it quickly.

A plump hare, not much bigger than a newborn lion cub, hopped in the essence of idiocy, near her. Sileree crouched low and crept up behind it. Not a single noise was heard, other than the swiftly cut off scream of the hare as the dancer crushed it with a slightly disgusted look on her face. She wolfed it down, hardly a speck of blood touching her chin as she swallowed large bites. Coughing up a bone easily, she licked her lips and looked around. No noise. Good. " My beautiful Vixen... " Echoed back to her and Sileree grinned happily. She settled her bony body down, feeling better. Her heat scent trickled around her and she shifted her weight uncomfortably as she felt it increase. Sleep claimed her finally as she settled her pretty head down on her feet and relaxed. Dreams of Thorn returned danced merrily through her mind and a smile appeared on her face as she imagined away.

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