She maneuvers around the cleared ring ever so slightly, making glimpse of tall wooden tree trunks with the color of umber brown. The roots collected the dirt with an upward motion. Looking north, toward the sky, sprouting from the trunks, grows canes of long brown branches intersecting with each other looking for death to approach them. On other branches grows leaves with the color of pine and sage green. The juniper colored vines dangle around the trees. Rain trickles down through the rough terrain. Splashing down on her face. The view is only a mile or so.
Her drool slides down the wind chilled platform. Creating a stream of saliva barely making it downer her rough platformed face. The tiny brown pointed shapes on her face shivering for her. Only the wind making her cold. The golden, waved straw flings back, connected to the pale figure, following the movement of air. The carbon is ever so careful of coming out of two tunnels straightening from her surface with a caution, making sure with was steady enough to keep her calm. Even though the situation was tricky.
The rocky silhouette forms a keen wrapped bar, tightly grasped. Another silhouette was formed, it created a mountain like figure holding a decaying bayonet. Farther down, two more silhouettes designed two sprigs with solid clay, it then had dents in it. The only thing covering the figure was a pelt made into a dress. It was skimmed and torn, worn out. It had the print of the king cheetah! The pelt was silky soft. It was the only suit of armor she had for months. The shadow hints at a young, beautiful woman. Torn and beaten, abused by nature and god themselves. She was skinny, she hadn't eaten for days on end, and she's tried to survive on water. Not even that was even working for this particular human.
Now, the world was spinning around them as they keep a locked eye on each other, one foot following the other, creating a tight circle around them. One foot clawing the roots and the other making its way around. Feet are criss-crossing around the paths of drawn circles. One is getting ready to pounce onto the other. The only thing that her sky eyes see is its prey. Within a snap, the spear was cutting into the meat, break through the pelt and crushing every bone in its way. The blood, from the creature, pouring into the cup of the earth. It tries to claw her but with more force the spear travels farther. She stares at it, then once again, applies more pressure. Slowly taking out the rod, spear, it falls to the ground with a loud thunk. The pantheress fails to stand, she is dead. The girl is just mimicking the way it was staring at her. A grin cut her face, slowly and carefully. A snort of laughter was released and she lunged the pantheress up onto her shoulders. She started to stare off into the distance zoning everything out.
Everything now was hazy while she was thinking, she also couldn't hear while zoned. The ringing of silence covered her ears. Another panther standing on a rock, behind her, towered over her! He saw his mate over her shoulder and roars. She whips around and yelps seeing the panther as big and as powerful as he was! She gathers fear, he daunted her while she starts to shake. She then calms, her eyes twitch and she spoke, "Wanna play kitty? Let's play!" He, pounces off the rock and onto her! He threw her knife away from her while he and gravity work her to the ground! He slaps her around with his ginormous paws, his claws barring into her skin leaving marks everywhere! He digs his feline teeth into the right corner of her arm, a small chunk of skin being ripped out of her right arm slowly and harshly making more pain for her! She twists her head looking at her knife only so close, but not enough to reach. She grasps onto her life, gasping before him! He's only winning the thing she's been protecting since her time on earth. One tear streams down her face, while she's pinned to the brown substance underneath them. Then, he stops looking forward, and falls stiff. His head landing on her chest, and body falling the motion on the rest of the body. A louder crack covered over the sound of pain and suffering. The knife was away from the girl, and he, the lion was just dead.
"You ok?" Said a voice slowly echoing through new silence. A new blurry figure formed. A man-like statue stood heavily above her. He is a tower of tan skin and bones. Cuts and old burns made it way up the statue. He was covered in normal clothing that had manage to survive the crash. The clothing was a nice white shirt, it had holes in it, the pants were jeans, that had burns across the legs. The beeline honey mane covered the forefront of his silk-like face. The mane covers right above his standing hairs above the eyes. His dim copper eyes read into her nervous like body movement.
