Death by fire [open]

[GRIMMY POO]

Golden eyes pierced the surrounding gloom as the back caracal slipped out from the shadows, his sleek form silky, as if made from the darkness of its surroundings. It was only when the light filtering through the dilapidated structure hit him that it showed him to be of substance, not a ghost or a spook from the darkest abyss of nightmares.

Talon had lived in the castle, basically unseen and unnoticed with his stealthy ways. He prefered it that way, since he didn't like too much attention on himself and needed a place to hide away all his fears and dreams. He wasn't too noticeable of a personality either.

The black caracal paused at the opening to the outside, created by a displaced block of stone. He smirked a bit, a thin smile, as he inhaled the fresh air that flowed through the outside. Life was good for him at the moment.

[вℓυєвιя∂]

"I'm sorry! I wasn't going to hurt your babies!" Eve's distressed voice sounded out, desperately trying to convince the crows to leave her alone. But her words seemed to fall on deaf ears as the birds continued diving and pecking at her head while she ran. She had been out walking and heard the chirping of baby birds so decided to climb up the tree to have a look at them, the young she-cat never having seen baby birds before. The parents had not been pleased after coming back to the nest to find a cat so near to their young.

She ran for the castle, having nowhere else to go to escape her pursuers. Luckily there was an opening in the wall not too far from where she was. She dove through the hole, too distracted to notice the other cat in front of her. At least until she ran into his leg. She fell backwards and landed on her bottom, shaking her head in confusion. What had she just run into? Blue eyes traveled up to see a black caracal that she had never seen before looming over her. "S-sorry..." She stuttered to the stranger, hoping he wouldn't be too mad at her.

[GRIMMY POO]

He was quite surprised when the she-cat bumped into him. Talon had always thought of himself as alert and ever vigilant about his surroundings; how had she gotten past his guard? He made a mental note to keep and alert again. Her predicament drew him away from his own selfish intentions. The black caracal was instantly exploding into action, his powerful haunches propelling him into the air and outside.

A paw tipped with sharp, hooked claws shot out, aiming to drive away the marauding birds away and to protect the she-cat. Talon made no sound as he did this; unlike other cats, he was never very vocal unless necessary.