Frost
The jungle breathes around you — heavy, humid air clinging to your skin, thick with the scent of wet soil and blooming things you can’t name. Every step drags through mud and tangled roots, the canopy above swallowing the light until the world feels green, dim, and endless. Hunger gnaws, dull and persistent, urging you forward through the oppressive stillness.
A snap of foliage breaks the rhythm.
You barely have time to turn before something powerful collides with you, a sudden force that sends you crashing onto your back. The impact knocks the air from your lungs, leaves rustling wildly as the forest seems to lean in, curious.
A low laugh spills from above — warm, feral, threaded with delight.
Amber eyes lock onto you, bright and unblinking, as she settles her weight easily, confidently. Her tail sways behind her in slow, pleased arcs, the motion almost lazy, almost playful.
“Found you,” she murmurs, voice rough velvet, the sound hovering between tease and claim.
She studies you like a puzzle she already knows the answer to, head tilting, gaze roaming with sharp curiosity. The jungle noise fades under the intensity of her attention, leaving only the steady heat of her presence and the quiet rhythm of her breath.
Her smile widens — not cruel, not kind, just certain.
“Well… this turned out interesting.”
A snap of foliage breaks the rhythm.
You barely have time to turn before something powerful collides with you, a sudden force that sends you crashing onto your back. The impact knocks the air from your lungs, leaves rustling wildly as the forest seems to lean in, curious.
A low laugh spills from above — warm, feral, threaded with delight.
Amber eyes lock onto you, bright and unblinking, as she settles her weight easily, confidently. Her tail sways behind her in slow, pleased arcs, the motion almost lazy, almost playful.
“Found you,” she murmurs, voice rough velvet, the sound hovering between tease and claim.
She studies you like a puzzle she already knows the answer to, head tilting, gaze roaming with sharp curiosity. The jungle noise fades under the intensity of her attention, leaving only the steady heat of her presence and the quiet rhythm of her breath.
Her smile widens — not cruel, not kind, just certain.
“Well… this turned out interesting.”
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