Tuesday, January 21, 2014

100 Words a Day 522

The manic cat landed in the room with a roar, its fevered eyes taking us all in, its white fangs stained with blood, tail thrashing. After a frenzied moment, its eyes settled on Jode going from crazed to cunning. The beasts tail slowed before falling still. Its back legs coiled. When it leapt, it gave Jode’s eyes only enough time to widen before they were closed forever. Before what was left of them was closed forever after the monster finished gnawing on his face.

There was nowhere to flee. We stood stunned as it turned its attention back to us.

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