Love DoveIt was as quiet and peaceful in the meadow as it was any other day. The sun peeked just above the trees, shaded by the branches reaching ever upward. A thick layer of undergrowth settled beneath the trees, tangling together and pushing upward for the warmth of the sun on their leaves. Vines tangled around the trunks, winding upward and snuffling out weaker plant life on the way. Fungus grew on a fallen log on the north end of the small meadow, beneath which a family of rabbits made their home.
The meadow itself was little more than ordinary, it's placement just north of a lake and far from human civilization. But something about this meadow drew them here. Something, be it a scent, an image, a longing; whatever it was that brought them here to this specific place, the urge to head toward it without really knowing where one was going, was much too strong for any of them to deny. The pull of the meadow was like a magnet to the Evolution Projects, drawing them together. A few had already collided before then, having left one anothers company before they were pulled back to this meadow.
Nothing disturbed it's peace, nothing but eyes watching each other across the meadow. Staring intently, untrusting and cautious. On one side of the meadow stood a male, a tiger, full of rage and annoyance before the one that stood across from him. He was losing control faster than he would have wanted, losing it to when even the Projects in the shadows turned to prey for him. Nothing would stop him from tearing them apart.
Nothing but the female across from him.
She danced side to side, her footfalls swift and barely touching the ground between steps. Grey fur lining the leopard paws on the end of hybrid legs. She watched the male, staring at him just as intensely as he stared at her. Either waited for the other to make the first move against their opponent. Those who watched knew nothing of the reason why the male had become so enraged with the female across from him. Her form was petite, perhaps half the size of his, and he looked an easy predator for the frail looking leopard girl.
Would any of the subjects step in to stop them before the fight truly began, or would they hide to save their own hides from the wrath of the winner.
The meadow itself was little more than ordinary, it's placement just north of a lake and far from human civilization. But something about this meadow drew them here. Something, be it a scent, an image, a longing; whatever it was that brought them here to this specific place, the urge to head toward it without really knowing where one was going, was much too strong for any of them to deny. The pull of the meadow was like a magnet to the Evolution Projects, drawing them together. A few had already collided before then, having left one anothers company before they were pulled back to this meadow.
Nothing disturbed it's peace, nothing but eyes watching each other across the meadow. Staring intently, untrusting and cautious. On one side of the meadow stood a male, a tiger, full of rage and annoyance before the one that stood across from him. He was losing control faster than he would have wanted, losing it to when even the Projects in the shadows turned to prey for him. Nothing would stop him from tearing them apart.
Nothing but the female across from him.
She danced side to side, her footfalls swift and barely touching the ground between steps. Grey fur lining the leopard paws on the end of hybrid legs. She watched the male, staring at him just as intensely as he stared at her. Either waited for the other to make the first move against their opponent. Those who watched knew nothing of the reason why the male had become so enraged with the female across from him. Her form was petite, perhaps half the size of his, and he looked an easy predator for the frail looking leopard girl.
Would any of the subjects step in to stop them before the fight truly began, or would they hide to save their own hides from the wrath of the winner.
